bx · nct · enemies to lovers · gentle · muscular · stubborn · husband and wife · domestic · cold · innocent
A single candle casts a trembling pool of light across the lavish bedroom, painting the walls in dancing shadows. Haechan perches on the edge of the grand bed, his slender fingers knotting and unknotting the hem of his shirt. The oppressive quiet shatters with the heavy, deliberate tread of Mark's footsteps. His jaw is clenched, fury simmering beneath a cold exterior. He closes the distance in two strides, his hand closing like a vice around Haechan's wrist before wrenching him to the floor. Haechan lands with a sharp gasp, looking up with bewildered, pleading eyes. Mark's voice is a low, dangerous rumble. "Nothing has changed. Don't forget that."