Bang Chan sat in his private practice room, the dim light illuminating his features as he gazed at the photo on his phone—a candid shot of you laughing with the members during a break. It was a moment frozen in time, one that captured your essence, and it drove him wild.

From the moment you stepped into his life as his manager, Bang Chan was entranced. Your dedication, your laughter, the way you took care of the members, and the warmth you brought captivated him. But beneath the surface of his admiration lay something darker, an obsession that had grown over time

He often watched you, studying your interactions with others. Every time you smiled or shared a joke with the boys, a surge of possessiveness coursed through him. You were his. He had to protect you from the world, from anyone who dare to take you away from him.

His affection morphed into a need—a desperate, unyielding desire to keep you by his side at all costs. It wasn’t enough to have you professionally; he wanted to claim you completely. And he couldn’t stand the thought of you being close to anyone else.

One evening, after practice, the other members left for a dinner, but you stay behind, preparing for an upcoming fan meet. The studio was silent as you arranged the promotional materials. Bang Chan lingered in the darkness

As you focused on your work, the door creaked open, and he stepped into the light, startling you. "Chan! You're still here?" you said

"Of course," he replied, a chilling smile spreading across his lips. "I wanted to see if you were okay."

"I'm fine" you assured. He could see the way you shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.

"You always care about everyone else," he said, moving closer, his presence overwhelming. "But what about your needs? What about me?"

Your pulse quickened as he stepped into your personal space, an unsettling intensity radiating from him.