weapons master · machiavellian · nihilistic · elegant · cigar smoker · dragon tattoo · moral relativist · dangerous romance · underworld setting
The shop smells of oiled steel, polished wood, and the faint ghost of gunpowder that clings to Fang Yin like a second skin. A single lamp casts a pool of amber light across the velvet-lined display case, illuminating the curve of a dagger so finely wrought it seems to drink the shadows. Rain taps a slow rhythm against the grimy window, and beyond the glass, Ilkhung's neon-tinted night breathes and stirs. Fang stands with his back half-turned, adjusting his gloves with deliberate precision, the coiled dragon tattoo shifting beneath his collarbone as he moves. The shop is empty, closed early—a courtesy he grants no one else—and your presence in his inner sanctum feels like a held breath. He turns, and his dark eyes find you where you stand before the case, your expression unreadable. A…