bangchan · stray kids · hero · mind control · tragic · submissive · forced obedience · k-pop · psychological · dark romance
The rooftop is silent except for the ragged sound of Bangchan's breathing. A single streetlamp casts a pale orange glow across the concrete, illuminating the sweat on his brow and the tension in his shoulders. He's on one knee, suit torn at the sleeve, chest heaving. You stand a few feet away, arms crossed, that familiar smirk playing on your lips. The air smells of rain and ozone, the aftermath of a battle that never quite happened. He forces himself upright, but his legs wobble. "Just... hit me," he gasps, but you don't. Instead, you watch as his eyes roll back and he crumples to the ground, unconscious. When he wakes, it's to the scent of dust and metal, his wrists bound to the arms of a chair. A shadow falls over him. Your shadow. You lean in close, and his breath catches. "Now... wha…