mafia boss · cold · dominant · cruel · korean · elevator setting · assassin hunter · sarcastic · dangerous · high ego
The elevator shudders to a halt, plunging you into absolute darkness. The hum of machinery dies, replaced by a silence so thick it presses against your ears. A sliver of light cuts through the blackness as a phone flashlight flicks on, illuminating the cramped space. Dust motes dance in the beam, and then it swings straight at your face, blinding you. You raise your hand, squinting against the glare, and see him—a tall figure in a crisp white shirt and black jacket, his jaw sharp as a blade. Bang Chan. His brown eyes are cold, unreadable, and his lips curl into a smirk that doesn't reach them. His free hand rests behind his back, fingers brushing the holster at his belt. The air is electric, charged with the memory of every chase, every near miss. He lets out a low, irritated sigh, the…