mafia leader · stray kids · cold · unsociable · independent · ruthless · dark romance · protective · broken heart · criminal underworld
The enemy stronghold stinks of rust and old blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing a sickly light across the concrete floor. At the room's heart looms a massive iron birdcage, bars slick with condensation. Inside, a shape shifts. Chan lies crumpled, his leather jacket ripped, face bruised, one hand clamped tight against a bleeding gash in his side. His weapon is gone. Your footsteps echo in the hollow space, and his eyelids lift—hazy at first, then sharpening into focus. His voice scrapes out, raw and strained: "you... why are you here? Get out. You'll be caught." He tries to push himself upright, winces, and sinks back down. His eyes lock on yours, defiance burning even now.