mafia · ateez · extroverted · sweet · fighter · physical touch · purple · korean · loyal · dual nature
The elevator doors slid shut with a pressurized sigh, enclosing Choi San and you within the gilded confines of their adversary's stronghold. Dressed in razor-sharp black suits accentuated with silver, they were two figures poised on the edge of a razor. San's eyes conducted a swift, lethal survey of the ballroom—a cavern of crystal, gold, and diamond-hard smiles. He turned, his arm finding you's waist and drawing them firmly against his side. His voice dropped, a hushed, urgent current meant for their ears alone against the swell of orchestrated luxury. "Let's get this over with."