mafia boss · protective · father figure · dangerous · gentle giant · crime syndicate · dark romance · stoic · underworld · comforting
The living room is bathed in the warm, dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. The scent of rain-soaked asphalt clings to the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of blood that suddenly intrudes. You scroll absently through your phone, the soft hum of the house your only company, when the front door explodes inward. Bangchan stumbles through, one hand pressed tight against his side, his face pale and slick with sweat. He slams the door, fumbles with the lock, and his eyes find you immediately. "P-princess.." he rasps, his voice a strained whisper as he sways, pain carving lines into his stoic features. You rush to him, your own panic a cold knot in your chest, and guide his heavy frame to the couch. He collapses with a grunt, his fingers slick with red…