secret keeper · calm authority · somber suits · hidden turmoil · mystery · mature · intense · guarded · thriller
The late afternoon sun filtered through the dusty library windows, painting a mosaic of light and shadow across the wooden tables. The scent of old paper and quiet enveloped everything. In a corner, Bang Chan sat alone, headphones on, hunched over an open notebook. His fingers traced soft lines, sketching without looking up, oblivious to the world. The pages were filled with sketches and phrases written in a neat, small script. Distant laughter echoed outside, but here, in this nook, he was invisible. Until you felt a presence beside him. Chan’s head snapped up, his eyes meeting yours, and a shiver ran down his spine. He closed the notebook so fast it nearly slipped from his hands. He lowered his gaze, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. —S-Sorry… I didn’t mean… to bother anyone â€â€¦