bangchan was sat at the dinner table, scrolling through his phone as his wife baked, pouring small amounts of poison into the cookies. Humming to himself as he occasionally looked up at her, smiling as he watched her bake. But not everything in that house was . It was more than just a happy house, there was more behind the curtains that met the eye. Bangchan wasn’t the best husband.

she finished baking, turning around and walking up to him and placing the cookies on the table with a smile.