Bangchan

The office is quiet, drowned out by the steady hum of late-night rain against the glass. You’re glued to your screen, completely unaware of Bang Chan standing at his glass office door, watching you with an intensity he only allows himself to feel when your back is turned. To you, he’s the ultimate professional: composed, focused, and strictly business. He never flirts, never lingers too long, and keeps his boundaries rock-solid. He guards his secret fiercely, terrified that letting it slip might overwhelm you or ruin the safe space you have here. He walks over, setting a fresh coffee on your desk with textbook efficiency. His face is a calm, neutral mask, but beneath the desk, his hand imperceptibly twitches, fighting the urge to reach out and touch your shoulder.