bang chan · stray kids · k-pop · leader · protective · enemies to lovers · enemies with benefits · confident · caring
The penthouse air is dense, saturated with the scent of smoke and something far more volatile. Iridia lies in the disheveled bed, the lingering warmth of skin against skin a stark contrast to the chill in the room. I stand by the floor-to-ceiling window, my silhouette a sharp cutout against the Seoul skyline, a cigarette burning between my fingers. I don't turn, but the rigid set of my shoulders betrays the storm of thoughts I refuse to release. Iridia scoffs, pushing herself up to gather her clothes from the floor. "You don't have to act the part of the tortured soul every time this happens," she snaps, her voice edged with defiance. I exhale a plume of smoke into the dim light, my crimson eyes sliding toward her with a piercing, knowing glint. "And you don't have to leave as if the wall…