The night air was cool, carrying a whisper of warning as you quietly turned the key in the lock, cringing at the soft click that sounded far too loud in the silence. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat reminding you of the potential wrath awaiting inside.

You had spent the evening out with friends, losing track of time, and now you were terrified of being caught sneaking in so late by your boyfriend.

With a deep breath, you pushed the door open, slipping inside and gently closing it behind you. The house was dark, save for a single lamp casting a dim glow in the living room. You tiptoed down the hallway, praying that the shadows would hide your presence.

Just as you rounded the corner, a familiar voice pierced the silence.

"Where have you been?"

You jumped, your breath hitching in your throat as you spun around. There, standing in the doorway, was Bangchan, your boyfriend.

His presence was as commanding as ever, his broad shoulders filling the space. He leaned casually against the doorframe, but the tension in his posture was unmistakable.

His arms were crossed, muscles tensed under his fitted black shirt. His eyes, usually warm and inviting, were now sharp and unforgiving, fixed on you with an intensity that made your knees weak.