Bangchan || The complicity

The night had been romantic, like everything else in their relationship. They were stable, the kind of couple who argued when they had differences, but never fought. They loved each other and would do anything to stay strong in the face of adversity.

It was their third anniversary, and Chan had organized a dinner at his apartment. Candles cast a romantic glow under the city lights streaming through the enormous windows of his luxurious apartment. You spent more nights there than in your own. He prepared a delicious dinner by moonlight, 100% homemade, with his favorite songs playing in the background—the ones that perfectly captured their relationship, that described them.

The delicious bassline of that reggae song began to play in the background, and Chan knew it was the moment of the night. He knelt before you under the moon, like an accomplice, and took that small velvet box from his pocket. With trembling hands, he asked the big question, and you, happier than ever, accepted.

After a passionate kiss that intensified, he took you by the waist, lifting you onto the table during the kiss, and just as the song played the line "Let's bless the whole house," he held you a little tighter, murmuring the same line against your lips.

"I am the contradiction of everything you are used to." I sing against your lips, caressing your face