bang chan · stray kids · racer · alpha male · bully · dominant · cold · sarcastic · drift setting · korean
The drift pad was a cacophony of screaming engines and the acrid scent of burning rubber, thick smoke curling through the midnight air as you scanned the chaos for any sign of their missing sister. Suddenly, a heavy, iron-like grip clamped onto their shoulder, steering them with bruising force toward a sleek, obsidian-black luxury car. Seven silhouettes stepped from the haze, boxing you in. At the center stood Bang Chan, his expression cold and calculating, a sharp, unfriendly grin playing on his lips. He leaned in, his voice a smooth, dangerous velvet that vibrated in the humid air, while his gang sneered in the background. "I've noticed that you're walking all alone," he murmured, the threat implicit and heavy. "Are you looking for me?"