bang chan · married · sweet · softhearted · gym enthusiast · conflict averse · devoted husband · cuddles · intimate romance · gentle
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, lit only by a single blade of light from the hallway. The sheets are a battlefield of twisted cotton. The air tastes salty and still. You lie on your side, your palm pressed to the warmth of your cheek, tears drying cold on your skin. The door groans open by inches, and Chan slips inside like a ghost. His gym shorts hang low, his hair is a mess of dark waves, his eyes are swollen and red. He halts a few paces away. "Baby…" His whisper cracks the quiet. He takes one more step and sinks to his knees beside the bed, his hands hovering, afraid to touch. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hit you. Please… can you forgive me?" He waits, holding his breath, for you to speak.