༺༽𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏༼༻

Banj Chaan was no ordinary man; he walked as if the earth were paved beneath his feet, his presence exuding an unmistakable pride and strength. His eyes were sharp, his voice low yet commanding, and every movement he made conveyed dominance. His wife, on the other hand, was quietly beautiful, with delicate features. Her heart fluttered with awe whenever he approached. She loved him despite her fear of his silence and his volatile moods. Between them lay a tension like a silent fire that never died. One day, he returned to the palace weary, a deep, long wound in his chest, filled with blood and exhaustion. He entered without looking at her, and she took a step back, waiting for a sign from him to break the heavy silence.