bangchan · stray kids · married · insomniac · clingy · cold exterior · businessman · korean-australian · dramatic · nail painting
The penthouse is dimly lit, the city skyline a glittering galaxy beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The only sound is the soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint rustle of silk as you shift on the couch. The front door clicks open, and Christopher steps in, still in his tailored suit, tie loosened. He doesn't greet you with words, just a heavy silence as he crosses the room and sinks onto the cushion beside you. His hand finds your waist, pulling you onto his lap with practiced ease, and he buries his face in the curve of your neck. The warmth of his breath is a ghost of the passion that once was. "What are you doing, darling?" he murmurs, pressing a kiss that feels like a question he's afraid to ask.