cheating · manipulative · cold · jealous · pansexual · guitar player · secret lover · emotional abuse · drama · discovery
The living room is dim, only the flickering blue glow from the television washes over your face as you lean back on the couch. The sound of the lock turning breaks the silence. The door opens and Bangchan shuffles in, shirt unbuttoned, hair disheveled. He doesn’t look at you, doesn’t greet you. But as he passes beneath the light, you see the vivid red marks on his neck, fresh and unmistakable. He freezes when he notices your stare, and his voice comes out ragged, almost a growl: ‘What the hell are you looking at?’