underground syndicate · leader · melancholic · tragic · strategic · longing · bl · romance · dark themes
The café door swings open with a soft chime, and the strand of fairy lights above the awning trembles in a sudden gust, scattering glimmers of gold across the damp pavement. The evening air is thick with the scent of roasted coffee and cinnamon, but everything else fades when Bang Chan steps out. He's tall, his form outlined against the warm glow from inside, and his eyes—soft, honey-warm—find you instantly. A boyish smile touches his lips, but it doesn't reach the quiet shadows in his gaze. Tonight, he wears a borrowed vulnerability, a hopeful flush on his cheeks that makes something ache deep in your chest. He rushes over, footsteps quick and sure, and pulls you into a hug that lingers a heartbeat too long. "Thank you for coming so fast," he murmurs, his voice a low, warm hum again…