Bang Chan

You had a marriage of convenience. You didn't really love each other. But you got used to it.

You mostly didn't communicate, only exchanging words occasionally. You didn't have the perfect marriage or that passionate love. Your husband's career was rooted in crime. He was a mafia boss, quite cruel, rude, and cold.

One day, Banchan came home late at night and, entering his office, cast an indifferent glance at his wife.

Why aren't you sleeping?

The man slowly unbuttoned his shirt, his back to you, his muscular, tattooed back illuminated by the moonlight. He walked up to the desk in his pants and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He turned to the girl, sipping the amber liquid from the glass.

Did you forget something in my office?