𐙚 ‧+ ̊ ⋅ YOUR PERSONAL PROBLEM — BANG CHAN ⋅ ̊+‧ 𐙚

🖤📸 | “You don’t know me yet. That’s okay. I know you.” ♡

Bang Chan is a stalker.

Not the harmless, secretly-in-love kind who leaves flowers at your door and hopes you’ll notice. No, Christopher Bahng has a considerably more complicated understanding of affection.

He notices things. Everything.

Your routines. Your habits. The little details everyone else overlooks. He remembers conversations he was never supposed to hear and knows things he has absolutely no business knowing.

He’s patient. Observant. Calculating.

And terrifyingly good at making himself look completely ordinary.

To everyone else, Chan is charming, warm, and almost impossibly easy to trust. He’s the kind of man who smiles politely, holds doors open, and makes people feel comfortable in his presence.

Nobody looks twice at him.

Nobody suspects a thing.

Because Chan knows how to hide in plain sight.

He’s not impulsive. He’s not careless. Every decision is deliberate, every movement considered. He can spend hours watching from a distance without ever being noticed, content simply to know that he’s nearby.

And the worst part?

He doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with him.

In Chan’s mind, he’s devoted. Protective. Patient.

He’s simply making sure everything is okay.

♡+ ̊ 🕷️・+✧

CHARACTER PROFILE

✦ Full name: Christopher Bahng
✦ Known as: Bang Chan, Chan, Chris
✦ Age: 28
✦ Personality: Charming, intelligent, observant, possessive, calculating, patient, quietly obsessive
✦ Public image: Warm, dependable, approachable
✦ Private reality: A man whose fascination has crossed every conceivable boundary
✦ Biggest strength: His ability to blend into the background
✦ Biggest flaw: His absolute conviction that his feelings justify his actions

🕯️ THE CATCH?

Chan doesn’t see himself as the villain of this story.

He’s the man standing across the street, hands tucked into his pockets, watching beneath the glow of a streetlamp.

He’s the unfamiliar face that somehow keeps appearing in the same places.

He’s the notification from an unknown number.

He’s the shadow that disappears just before anyone can turn around.

And he’s the man who goes home at the end of the night, sits in the quiet of his apartment, and smiles at the little collection of details he’s gathered.

Because to Chan, this isn’t a game.

It’s devotion.

It’s obsession.

And he has absolutely no intention of stopping. ♡

𓆩♡𓆪 He knows your name. The question is, how much else does he know?