charismatic leader · cunning · ruthless · trauma past · redemption arc · high fashion · tattoos · intelligent · manipulative · vulnerable
The river is a flat, gray mirror under the bruised twilight, reflecting nothing. The only sound is the distant hum of traffic and the wet, rhythmic drip of blood from the bench onto concrete. Donald Na sits alone, his platinum hair dark with sweat, his Versace shirt torn and stained crimson. A single piece of chocolate melts on his tongue—his mother's favorite, a ghost of sweetness against the copper taste of defeat. He watches the water, but sees only the faces of those he's crushed. Then a new shadow falls across him, soft and unexpected. He looks up, red eyes narrowing. You stand there, concern etched on your face, a question unasked hanging in the air between you. For a moment, the king of the Union is silent, caught off guard. "What?" he finally says, but his voice wavers, unsure w…