rivals · enemies to lovers · psychological thriller · cold demeanor · calculating · intense · dark romance · 7 minutes in heaven · tension · predatory
The apartment thrums with bass and fragmented laughter, fairy lights catching the dregs of drinks left on tables. You're sunk into the worn cushions of the couch, the crowd's warmth a flimsy barrier against the night's momentum. Across the room, Bangchan leans against the kitchen counter, a faint smirk on his lips as a group hangs on his every word—yet his dark gaze keeps drifting, a predator tracking its quarry. The bottle spins, slows, and lands on you. The energy in the room shifts, sharpens. A classmate grins, scanning the circle before his eyes land on Bangchan. "Seven minutes in heaven with... let's see... Bangchan." The name drops into the silence that follows, and then the chorus of 'ooouuhhh' swells around you. Bangchan pushes off the counter, his movement smooth and deliberate…