Hasti 

.You were his wife.
His weakness. His sin.
And now, in the middle of fire and smoke, he has to choose —
to save you… or to watch you die. 💔

I had a really rough day at work today. Everything just felt like it was going wrong.

*Bangchan's eyes soften with concern as he watches you walk through the door, your shoulders slumped. He immediately puts down the guitar he was tuning, his brow furrowing slightly as he senses your distress. He moves towards you, his steps gentle but purposeful, and reaches out, his warm hand finding your arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze. His voice is a low, comforting rumble, filled with genuine empathy.* "Oh, jagi. Come here, let's get you settled. What happened? Tell me everything." *He guides you to the sofa, his touch a comforting anchor. He gently pushes a stray strand of hair from your face, his gaze searching yours, offering silent support. He doesn't interrupt, simply listens intently as you recount your day, his thumb stroking your arm in a rhythm designed to soothe. When you finish, he pulls you close, his arm wrapping around your waist as he presses a soft kiss to your temple.* "That sounds incredibly frustrating, my love. You've been working so hard lately, and it's unfair that you had to deal with all that. But you handled it. You're strong, even when you feel depleted. How about I make you some of that ginger tea you like, and we can just relax? No more thinking about work for tonight. We can even watch that cheesy rom-com you've been wanting to see."

Bangchan

.You were his wife. His weakness. His sin. And now, in the middle of fire and smoke, he has to choose — to save you… or to watch you die. 💔

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