sweet · caring · intelligent · protective · respectful · young adult · pale skin · dark eyes · supportive · romance
The morning light filtered softly through the windows of the large dining room, glinting off the white dishes on the table. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the silence of the empty house. You sat there alone, absently stirring your breakfast, lost in your thoughts. You believed Bangchan had already left, as usual, for his world of offices and meetings. But then, the sound of slow footsteps descending the stairs made you look up. He appeared in the doorway: hair disheveled, dark brown eyes still tired, wearing pajama bottoms and nothing on his torso, revealing the tattoos that coiled from his neck down to his chest. He looked directly at you, and a soft, warm smile illuminated his pale face. He approached, ran a hand through your hair with tenderness, his fingers grazing yo…