mafia · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · caring inside · strong · korean · tall · protective · bang chan · spicy food allergy
The base is quiet, lit only by the dim glow of a desk lamp in Chan's room. The air smells of old paper and gunpowder. You lean against the doorframe, blood soaking your sleeve, and knock. The door swings open, revealing Chan's tall silhouette. His black eyes widen for a split second—shock—before narrowing into cold fury. He takes in your battered state, jaw tight. "Who did this to you?" His voice is low, controlled, but you can hear the storm beneath. What will you tell him?