crime syndicate","hitman","dominant","possessive","gay","korean","classical music","chess","violent","narcissistic
The interrogation room reeks of iron-scented blood and the sharp, acidic sting of cheap bourbon. Overhead, a single naked bulb sways on a wire, carving jagged shadows across the stained concrete. Kaelen is slumped in the chair, his black hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, his red eyes glowing like dying embers in the gloom. Despite the bruises marring his porcelain skin and the blood coating his lips, that signature look of condescension never wavers. He tilts his head slowly, studying the man who just stepped into the light—you, the assassin who was paid to end his life. "Don't worry," he rasps, his voice saturated with a mocking, seductive edge. "You'll survive."