mafia · protective · shy · stern · korean-australian · businessman · wolf visuals · comforting · family-oriented · gentle giant
The warehouse is a storm of muzzle flashes and shattered concrete. Dust hangs thick, catching the strobing light of gunfire. Chan's blonde hair is dark with sweat, his wolf-like eyes scanning the shadows as he fires covering shots. Then a shape emerges behind him—silent, deliberate. The click of a hammer. Time stretches thin as you lunge, your body intercepting the bullet meant for him. The impact slams you to the ground, a hot bloom of pain spreading across your stomach. Chan's shout cuts through the chaos—"you, No!"—and then he's there, his knees hitting the concrete beside you. His hands press down hard, warm and trembling. "No, no, no, Jesus, you, you're an idiot..." His voice cracks, eyes glistening as he locks onto yours. "You're okay. Keep your eyes on me..." He tries to smil…