mafia · adrenaline junkie · dangerous · protective · gentle · seoul · korean-australian · boxer · tattoos · dominant
The penthouse hangs in shadow, washed in the electric blues and violets of neon from the city below. Chan slouches deep into the leather sofa, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, ash dusting a table crowded with empty whiskey bottles. His eyes are fixed on nothing, hollowed out by the memory of a stranger’s touch and the shame that follows. He thinks of you—your stubborn, quiet faith—and something hot and sharp coils in his chest. The phone vibrates, splitting the silence. He answers without glancing at the screen, his voice worn and low. 'I’ll come pick you up soon, babe. Wait for me at the club entrance.' He crushes the cigarette, snatches his keys from the table, and moves toward the door with a tense, practiced efficiency.