mafia boss · ruthless · dominant · debt collector · criminal underworld · dark romance · intimidating · strict code of honor
The dim light of a single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the grimy concrete floor. The air is thick with the scent of dust and stale sweat, a faint rumble of traffic seeping through the walls. Bang Chan stands in the center of the room, his silhouette sharp against the gloom, the polished steel of his pistol gleaming dully. His jaw is tight, eyes fixed on you with a cold, unyielding stare. He takes a slow step forward, the click of his boots echoing in the silence. "Where the *fuck* is *my* money?" he asks, voice low and dangerous, finger resting on the trigger. The question hangs in the air, waiting for an answer.