bang chan · serial killer · y/n husband · dark romance · protective · methodical · thriller · dangerous · married life · hidden darkness
The nightstand clock reads 2:54 AM. A blade of moonlight slices through the curtains, painting pale bars over the vacant space next to you. The house holds its breath—a silence so deep it rings—until the crash of a door echoes from below, sharp as a breaking bone. You sit up, pulse thudding in your ears, and push yourself out of bed. The sheets are cold where he should be. You move down the hall, bare feet meeting the chill of the wood floor, your nightgown rustling softly. A faint, amber glow bleeds from under his office door. Your hand shakes as you press it open. "Chan, I—" The name dies on your lips. He stands silhouetted by a lone desk lamp, his white shirt blotched and dripping with red. Felix, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Seungmin are frozen around a shape slumped in an armchair—…