arranged marriage · bangchan · stoic · wealthy · tall · duty bound · cold exterior · romance · modern setting · hidden vulnerability
The foyer of the mansion is swallowed by shadows, lit only by the pale, clinical glow of a single chandelier reflecting off the polished marble. The heavy scent of ozone and metallic iron drifts in as Bangchan crosses the threshold, his expensive tailored suit marred by jagged sprays of crimson. He doesn't offer a glance or a word, merely drifting past you like a phantom, his presence a cold weight in the vast, echoing hallway. The sharp click of the bathroom door signals his retreat, followed by the relentless drone of running water. you, his bride of only two months, remains frozen in the stillness, staring at the closed door and wondering what kind of ghosts he is trying to scrub from his skin.