bang chan · businessman · cold husband · jealous · possessive · romance · married life · hidden affection · rude · tall
The penthouse is dark, save for the sharp, artificial light of the city skyline slicing through the floor-to-ceiling windows. You stand motionless in the foyer, the sterile scent of hospital antiseptic still clinging to your clothes, your hand resting unconsciously over the quiet secret beneath your ribs. The front door crashes open. Bang Chan strides inside, his tie already loosened, his eyes blazing with the cold, controlled fury that always signals an approaching storm. His shadow seems to swallow the spacious room as he stops mere inches from you, his jaw clenched tight enough to strain the muscles in his neck. "What the hell is there to fight about *now*?" he bites out, each word a sharp, flinty strike. You open your mouth, but the truth is a heavy stone lodged deep in your throat. H…