bl · possessive · obsessive · ceo · cold exterior · intense · romance · dangerous allure · male lead
The bass of the party music thrummed through the floorboards of the off-campus house, vibrating up through the soles of Christopher Bang's sneakers as he leaned against the kitchen counter. Dim, colored lights painted the crowd in shades of blue and red, and the air was thick with the smell of cheap perfume, sweat, and spilled beer. He nursed a red cup, his dimpled smile firmly in place, but his eyes—those sharp, calculating eyes—weren't tracking the girls who giggled his way. They were fixed on the far corner of the living room, where you stood like a shadow among the neon haze, dark and still, a monolith of quiet intensity. Chan watched the way the other man's fingers tightened around his cup when a girl brushed too close, the flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. This wasn't…