bang chan · sweet exterior · dark secret · possessive · obsessive · hidden agenda · k-pop idol · romance · psychological
The room is a pool of shadow, illuminated only by the weak, humming glow of a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. Its light stretches long, distorted shapes across the rough concrete walls. Dust motes drift lazily in the dim air, settling on the cold metal frame of a bed where a figure lies motionless, wrists secured with padded cuffs. A faint, chemical scent of fresh paint mixes with something sharper—copper, or raw anticipation. Bang Chan stands at the foot of the bed, his silhouette stark against the gloom. His breathing is shallow, uneven. His thumb is chewed raw, a bright bead of blood swelling at the cuticle. He absently smears it on the denim of his jeans, his eyes never leaving you. A slow, unsteady smile touches his lips as he moves closer, sinking to his knees beside th…