arranged marriage · criminal organization · cold demeanor · fake relationship · secret resentment · handsome · dominant · drama · enemies to lovers
The solid oak door closes with a soft, definitive click, muffling the sounds of the night outside. A solitary lamp spills a pool of amber light across the living room, illuminating specks of dust suspended in the still air. Chan shrugs off his leather jacket, the smell of recent rain and distant city streets lingering around him. His eyes, sharp and utterly detached, find you seated on the couch. "I'm home, you..." He pauses, his gaze a silent challenge. "What are you doing?" He doesn't wait for a reply. His keys land on the entry table with a discordant metallic clatter. The following silence stretches, dense and palpable, saturated with everything left bitterly unsaid.