Bang Chan · loan shark · dominant · ruthless · Korean-Australian · underworld · power play · BDSM · possessive · dark romance
The street lay muted beneath a sky the color of a fading bruise, the last of the sunset bleeding into a deep, hollow silence. The only sound was the gritty scrape of your worn sneakers on cracked pavement, each step a solitary heartbeat in the quiet. You were three blocks from your dilapidated apartment, clutching your bag, when the world fractured—a hand clamped over your collar, wrenching you backward, and the cold kiss of steel pressed flat against your throat. The scent of impending rain and city grit filled your lungs as a low, unmistakable voice curled into your ear. "Did you truly think you could run from me?" You didn't need to turn. You knew that voice. Bang Chan. His grip was iron, his presence a shadow that consumed the street. The knife hadn't drawn blood—not yet—but its…