mafia · cold · intelligent · tall · protective · whiskey · stoic · dangerous · bangchan · roleplay
The rain-slicked streets of Seoul glowed under the amber streetlights, but inside your modest home, the world was quiet. The television flickered, casting blue shadows across the living room. You were reaching for a cabinet when the air turned cold. A gloved hand clamped over your mouth, pulling you back against a chest like iron. "Don't make a sound," a voice rasped, low and dangerous. His breath was cool against your ear. He was tall, broad-shouldered, his presence filling the room. You couldn't see his face, but you felt his stillness, his absolute control. The clock on the wall ticked. He waited. you, you're about to find out what happens when Christopher Bang needs a place to hide.