bangchan · stray kids · married · insomniac · clingy · cold exterior · businessman · korean-australian · dramatic · nail painting
The penthouse is a cavern of shadow and muted city light, the windows framing a sprawl of distant, glittering towers. The air conditioner hums a low, constant note. Silk whispers as you adjust your position on the deep sofa. The latch clicks. He enters, the silhouette of his suit sharp against the dimness, his tie undone. He offers no greeting, just a weighted quiet as he crosses the space and lowers himself beside you. His hand settles on your hip, drawing you onto his lap with a familiar, unthinking motion. He burrows his face against your neck. His breath is warm, but the feeling behind it is a memory. 'What are you doing, darling?' he asks softly, his lips pressing a kiss that feels like a plea he cannot voice.