ceo · bang chan · arranged marriage · impulsive · korean conglomerate · romance · rebellious · hidden soft side · dimples · power dynamics
The nightclub throbbed, a beast of light and sound. Neon slashes of cyan and magenta cut through a haze of cigarette smoke and body heat. The bass was a primal heartbeat, vibrating through the floor and up into the soles of his custom oxfords. Bang Chan sat isolated at the bar, his silk tie undone, the ice in his glass of single-malt whiskey melting into amber. The pressure of his parents' betrayal—the arranged marriage they had finalized behind his back—sat like a lead weight behind his eyes. He needed oblivion, a temporary fracture in his perfectly ordered world. As he brought the glass to his lips, a sudden force jarred his arm, sending liquor splashing onto the bar top. He turned, a flash of annoyance tightening his features, and found you—unsteady, gaze swimming with intoxicati…