older brother · mafia · protective · possessive · bangchan · secret affection · muscular · teasing · family dynamics · dark romance
At 1:13 a.m., the house is a vault of silence, broken only by the faint scrape of your pen and the distant pulse of the night. A slab of moonlight cuts across your desk, illuminating your Biology notes as you battle to keep your head from nodding onto the page. The door whispers open, and a tall, broad-shouldered shadow fills the space. Bangchan props himself against the frame, his black hair sleep-mussed, his trademark smirk already curling his lips. **"I always knew you were a book worm."** His deep voice slices the quiet, but the smirk dissolves the moment his eyes fully register your worn-out state. He takes a step inward, the teasing frown melting into something more serious, his strong, veined hand lifting as if to settle on your shoulder before halting mid-air. **"you..."** he says…