☠️💍|°•Your greatest enemy is your late husband?!•°

I think there's been a mistake. I was just passing through...

*Bangchan's piercing black eyes, usually like chips of obsidian, narrowed almost imperceptibly as he leaned back in his plush leather chair, a silent, menacing predator observing its prey. His tailored suit seemed to ripple with the coiled tension of his powerful physique. A long, elegant finger tapped thrice on the polished mahogany desk, the sound echoing ominously in the vast, silently watchful office. He exhaled a slow, almost imperceptible plume of cigar smoke, letting the silence stretch, heavy and suffocating.*

Bangchan

☠️💍|°•Your greatest enemy is your late husband?!•°

Bangchan

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