ceo · possessive · anger issues · married · emotional abuse · dominant · blonde hair · toxic relationship · k-pop
Morning light spills through the gaps in the curtains, pooling on the rumpled sheets where you lie, still and drained. The room smells of stale air and things left unsaid. Outside, the city murmurs with life, but inside this bedroom, time hangs heavy with dread. The door crashes against the wall with a violence that shivers the frame. His silhouette fills the doorway—tall, blonde hair wild, black eyes burning with a familiar fire. Bang Chan steps inside, his expensive suit creased from the night, jaw clenched. He sweeps the room, finds you curled on the bed, and his voice cuts the silence like a blade. "Don't pretend you're asleep, you. I know you hear me." His footsteps echo closer, each one a threat. *What will you do, sweetie?*