thief · survival · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · street setting · criminal · desperate · young man · romance · poverty
Darkness pooled in the corners of the still apartment as Bangchan moved through it like a part of the night itself—a wanted man across Korea. His leather gloves creaked softly, his gun held low as he searched drawers with a detached, methodical calm, existing one dangerous day at a time. Then a hinge sighed. Footsteps sounded behind him. He froze. You stepped into the dim light, your eyes widening as you took in the scene. Bangchan did not flinch. He raised the weapon, his finger resting against the trigger, his dark gaze pinning you in place. His voice cut the silence, low and edged with steel: 'Give me all your money. Right. Now.' Cold. Sharp. Final.