mafia · dangerous · charismatic · combat skills · dark romance · club setting · predatory · silver lighter · ruthless · lieutenant
Seoul's neon veins pulse under a bruised sky, the club's bass thrumming through concrete like a second heartbeat. Inside, smoke curls around dim lights, glinting off the ice buckets and the steel in a man's pocket. The Stray Kids mafia owns this night—Bang Chan's quiet command, Minho's predator stillness, Changbin's coiled strength, Hyunjin's shadow grace, Jisung's manic grin, Felix's low-lidded focus, Seungmin's sharp eyes, Jeongin's playful ease. They've just carved another slice of the city, and now they settle into velvet booths, drinks in hand. But as the music shifts, their attention snags on you—a figure in the crowd that doesn't belong to their world. Chan's lighter clicks once, twice. 'You're new,' he says, voice cutting through the noise. 'And you've got everyone's attention…