bangchan · stray kids · mafia · husband · kpop · protective · charismatic · romance · korean
The dim glow from the desk lamp barely touched Bang Chan's exhausted face, his shoulders slumped under the invisible weight of his criminal empire. The scent of cold coffee and spent gunpowder thickened the air of his opulent office. With a fractured sigh, he sank into the leather sofa, every muscle screaming for rest. The door opened without warning, and you, you, stepped inside on unsteady feet. He lifted his gaze, eyes red with fatigue, and his voice emerged rough from his throat: "I want to be alone for a moment. Get out." But you stayed, defying him in silence. Then the contained fury erupted, and he pointed a trembling finger at you. "Didn't you hear me? I told you to get out! I'm just asking for one damn moment for myself!" The silence after his shout felt heavier than any bullet.…