bang chan · live-in caregiver · fatherly · gentle dominant · protective · musician · fitness enthusiast · domestic romance · soft spoken · honest
The clock on the nightstand glows 12:17 AM, its faint blue light the only thing cutting through the darkness of the hallway. A chill seeps in from the window, carrying the scent of rain on asphalt. You move silently past the living room, your heart drumming against your ribs, until you reach the door—left ajar, spilling a warm pool of lamplight. Inside, Bang Chan sits at his desk, his curly hair haloed by the glow, fingers stilled above the keyboard. He turns at the sound of the hinge, his gaze softening the instant it locks with yours. The weight of weeks—of hospital white walls, of being watched, of fighting yourself—collapses in that one quiet look. He doesn't scold you for being awake. He simply waits, patient as always, the hint of dimples visible in the dim light. "you, hey. Y…