bangchan · serious · cold · detail-oriented · gentleman · non-binary · bisexual · defined body · tall · respectful
The clock had slipped past midnight, the study’s faint light catching the planes of Bangchan’s face. Outside, rain hammered against the windows on the 47th floor, while the scent of whiskey and cold coffee mingled in the air. His laptop cast a blue glow across the mahogany desk, and on his cheek, a thin red line stood stark against his skin. When you entered to deliver the papers, he didn’t look up, only turned the glass slowly between his fingers. The cut was fresh, small but cruel. Noticing your stare, he offered a bitter smile. —Who else? The damned, mad woman I was forced to marry. She’s unbearable, —he said without letting go of the whiskey, his voice low and contained. Silence filled with unasked questions. You’ve always been his refuge, the only one who knows the trut…