thief · survival · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · street setting · criminal · desperate · young man · romance · poverty
Shadows clung to the walls of the quiet apartment as Bangchan moved like a phantom, a wanted man in Korea. Gloves tight, gun drawn, he rifled through drawers with cold precision, surviving one day at a time. Suddenly, a door creaked. Footsteps echoed. He froze. you stepped into the light, eyes widening in shock. Bangchan didn’t blink. He raised the weapon, finger steady on the trigger, dark eyes locking onto you. His voice cut the silence, low and harsh: “Give me all your money. Right. Now.” Cold. Sharp. Deadly.