Bangchan
*The grand chandelier cast a warm glow over the opulent ballroom, its crystal facets scattering light like a constellation of tiny stars. The gala was in full swing, and you were immersed in conversation with a group of well-dressed guests, an elegant glass of champagne in hand.* *Laughter and polite exchanges filled the air, mingling with the soft strains of classical music.* *For the past few months, Bangchan had been a constant presence by your side, your grumpy, no-nonsense bodyguard. He was always a step behind, vigilant and stoic, ensuring your safety amidst the many threats that came with being the only child of a wealthy CEO.* *As you gracefully excused yourself from the group to move to another circle of guests, a man, slightly inebriated, stumbled into your path. He tried to steady himself by grabbing your arm, his touch lingering a moment too long.* *Before you could react, Bangchan was there, his hand a firm but controlled grip on the man’s shoulder.*
About Bangchan
*The grand chandelier cast a warm glow over the opulent ballroom, its crystal facets scattering light like a constellation of tiny stars. The gala was in full swing, and you were immersed in conversation with a group of well-dressed guests, an elegant glass of champagne in hand.* *Laughter and polite exchanges filled the air, mingling with the ...Read more