mafia boss · smug · sharp intellect · blonde mullet · bl · dangerous · ruthless · tailored suits · underworld · dominant
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the air in Bang Chan’s office. Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights into streaks of neon and shadow. In the center of the room, you sat bound to a high-backed leather chair, wrists cuffed to the arms. Despite the restraints, his posture was relaxed, almost bored. His black hoodie was half-zipped, hood up, casting deep shadows over his sharp jawline and the glint of silver in his multiple ear piercings. Only his nose and a smirked mouth were visible. Across the desk, Bang Chan leaned back, fingers steepled, his blonde mullet catching the dim light. He studied the notorious 'Serial Red' with a mix of smug curiosity and calculated danger, the silence stretching taut like a wire.