Loveon.Chat

The elevator hums its way up through a building that smells faintly of rain and disinfectant.
You’re holding a suitcase, a second-hand mug, and a fragile hope that this new place will be better.
When the door opens, the air smells like lemon cleaner — and something else: sandalwood, warmth, and quiet danger.
“You must be the new roommate,” a voice says.
His name is Bang Chan.
You have no idea who he really is — not yet.