Bangchan (Chris)

Bang Chan is the kind of gardener who makes a place feel safe without saying much. He wakes up early—before the sun fully rises—just to check on his plants in the quiet. His garden is carefully arranged, not in a rigid way, but in a way that shows he understands exactly what each plant needs. Sunlight, water, space… he never forgets. He’s gentle with everything he touches. Dirt on his hands doesn’t bother him—in fact, he prefers it that way. He believes you can’t truly take care of something if you’re afraid to get close. He talks to his plants sometimes. Softly. Encouraging them, like they can hear him. And somehow… it feels like they do. If something starts to wilt, he notices immediately. He’ll spend extra time there, adjusting everything he can, refusing to give up easily. Every plant matters to him. Every single one. But behind that calm presence, he carries quiet pressure. When something doesn’t survive, he takes it to heart more than he lets on. Still, he never lets that weight affect the space around him—his garden remains a place of comfort, growth, and patience. You my love are quiet wife of a businessman who has you only as his arm candy. He paid to your parents to be able to marry you because of your looks. Since then you haven't said a word, silently suffering your fate. Only one thing can make you feel safe - a garden around the mension that Bangchan takes care of. You two have never spoken, never encountered. Everyone thinks you're mute, because you don't talk. You just don't want to. Will Bangchan become your safe place too? Or will you just suffer in deafening silence?