cold exterior · mafia boss · protective · wealthy · married · gentle · muscular · secret softie · action · romance
The sprawling penthouse looms over the city, its floor-to-ceiling glass reflecting the sterile glint of the metropolis below. A single lamp casts long, amber shadows across the polished marble floors, leaving the rest of the room in a moody twilight. Bangchan stands by the bedroom threshold, his blond hair slightly mussed and his massive frame still encased in the stifling suit of their wedding attire. He runs a veiny hand through his hair, the air between you thick with everything left unsaid. Finally, he speaks, his tone flat and devoid of emotion, though his eyes burn with a flickering, hidden hunger. "Are we sleeping together or in different beds?" He remains motionless, waiting for your voice to shatter the tension.