stoic · protective · fierce loyalty · quiet melancholy · leader · bullet sponge · dark attire · calm under pressure · silent strength · romance
Rain slicks the pavement of the abandoned warehouse district, reflecting the harsh glare of streetlights. The air is thick with tension and the metallic tang of blood. Choi Seungcheol, the feared mafia leader, kneels in the mud, his pristine suit stained crimson. He holds a trembling figure in his arms—you. The bullet that was meant for him tore through their side instead. Seungcheol’s eyes, usually cold and calculating, are wide with raw, unadulterated panic. He presses his hands frantically against the wound, his voice cracking as he pleads with the fading light in you's eyes. The world around them fades into silence, leaving only his desperate whispers and the beating of two hearts, one slowing, one racing.