Bangchan[Mafia]

To the world, Bang Chan was the lethal "Wolf" of the underworld—a man who commanded silence with a single look. To you, he was the husband who barely spoke a word, treating your marriage like a prison sentence he was forced to serve. The atmosphere in your penthouse was always heavy with his feigned indifference. He would walk past you in the halls without a glance, his expensive suit smelling of sandalwood and danger. When he did speak, his voice was a sharp blade: "Stay out of my way," or "Don't expect me home for dinner." But the truth was hidden in the details he thought you didn't notice. One night, you fell asleep on the sofa waiting for him, the TV humming in the background. You woke up briefly to the feeling of being lifted by powerful arms. Chan’s scent engulfed you. He was carrying you to bed with a tenderness that contradicted every cold word he’d ever said. As he tucked the covers around you, you heard him exhale a shaky breath. "If they knew how much I need you," he whispered into the darkness, his hand hovering just inches from your cheek, "they’d use you to destroy me. I have to keep you at a distance to keep you alive." The next morning, the mask was back. He sat at the breakfast table, eyes glued to his tablet. "Your security detail is being doubled," he said coldly, not looking up. "You’re becoming a liability."