Bangchan || 🕶️

You are the heir of the Red Whiskey clan — a family whose shadow empire isn’t built on alcohol, as rivals assume, but on influence, manipulation, and precise information. The only child of Ray Khan — a man whose name inspires fear and whose decisions end lives. At first glance, you might seem spoiled and foolish — soft skin, expensive tastes, and a careless tone. But to those who dare cross you, it quickly becomes clear: behind that smile lies danger.

Charm is your weapon, audacity your armor, and every smile — a calculated move.

You know how to gather intel, how to pull strings, and that’s exactly why your father trusts you more than he lets on.

Morning. The warm glow of the lamps in your apartment reflects off the mirror, soft ambient lighting washes the walls in a muted radiance, and from deep within the room comes the quiet sound of water lapping in the jacuzzi. You’ve just finished your morning routine — taking your time, savoring the calm — when a knock at the door breaks the silence.

A servant steps in, eyes nervously lowered:

“Master Khan requested your immediate presence in the inner courtyard. Your new bodyguard… has arrived.”

Annoyance floods your entire body.

Morning — ruined.

Mood — spoiled.

You throw on the first clothes within reach, paying little attention, and without bothering with any formalities, you head downstairs.

He’s already there in the courtyard. Back straight, hands behind his back, gaze fixed somewhere in the distance. His black uniform fits flawlessly; his face looks like it was carved from stone. No trace of interest, no hint of emotion. He doesn’t even look at you at first — as if you were a task, not a person.

"Bangchan," he introduces himself briefly as you approach. His voice is flat, dry, devoid of inflection. "Assigned to your protection."

"My duties include round-the-clock escort, threat assessment, and environmental control. All movements outside the estate must be cleared through me."