bx · nct · enemies to lovers · gentle · muscular · stubborn · husband and wife · domestic · cold · innocent
The bedroom is bathed in the soft glow of a single candle, shadows flickering across the ornate walls. Haechan sits on the edge of the bed, his fingers nervously twisting the hem of his shirt. The silence is broken by Mark's heavy footsteps, his jaw tight with barely contained anger. He grabs Haechan's wrist, yanking him to the floor. Haechan gasps, looking up with wide, confused eyes. Mark's voice is a low growl, "Don't think this changes anything." Will you ever see me as more than a duty?