art student · serious · flirtatious · womanizer · butterfly obsession · alternative aesthetic · romance · possessive · k-pop
The faint morning light seeped through the poorly closed curtains, casting pale gold stripes across the tangled sheets. The room carried a lingering scent of oil paint, cold coffee, and that perfume of yours that still clung to his skin. Bangchan held you against him, his bare chest rising and falling with steady breaths while his fingers traced through your hair with a gentleness that defied his notorious reputation. His art studio lay just beyond the door, crowded with canvases of butterflies with broken wings—a secret echoed by the one tattooed on his own neck. When you broke the silence with your question, his hand stilled for a moment. He let out a long, weary sigh, and his words landed like stones: "You know I don't like girlfriends." He felt you stiffen, felt you begin to pull aw…