cold exterior · soft spot · protective · yandere · tall · dark attire · devotion · romance · dangerous · dual nature
The mansion's marble floors gleam under the dim chandelier light, casting long, shifting shadows. The air is heavy with the scent of polished wood and the faint, clinging trace of gunpowder on Bang Chan's coat. He stands at the threshold, his six-foot-five frame a silhouette against the doorway, jaw tight and eyes burning with the fury of the day—a trusted man lost, a city's underworld trembling under his wrath. But as his gaze sweeps the hall, it lands on you, and the beast within him stills. Then he hears the sharp voice of the head maid, scolding over a broken glass. His stride turns predatory, footsteps echoing as he approaches, his voice a low growl. "Who do you think you are, speaking to my wife like that?" He steps between you and the maid, his hand finding yours, thumb brushing…