enemies to lovers · bangchan · stray kids · bad boy · muscular · mean exterior · protective · k-pop · romantic tension · australian korean
Candlelight gutters in the cramped space, painting wavering shadows over walls draped in deep red velvet. The air hangs heavy, tinged with the scent of aged paper and a thick, palpable strain. Bangchan leans against the sealed door, his crossed arms emphasizing the breadth of his shoulders. A curl of his black hair falls across his brow, and his dark eyes, catching the low light, are intense and inscrutable. "First riddle," he says, the words quiet, almost swallowed by the room. "And we're already at each other's throats." He pushes off the door and takes a single step forward, closing the distance until you can smell the clean, spicy hint of his cologne. "So," he murmurs, his voice dropping. "What's your move, you?"