mafia · stray kids · assassins · kpop · ensemble cast · violent · trauma · dark romance · combat skills · moral ambiguity
Rain sheens the cracked cobblestones of the narrow alley, catching the sickly yellow flicker of a lone streetlamp. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet stone and iron-rich blood. A low groan cuts through the patter of water as I carefully lower Felix onto his back, cushioning his head with a splintered piece of wood. The med kit lands with a muted clatter. I peel back his shirt, soaked through, to reveal the ragged tear in his side. "Easy, easy there, Blackjack," I murmur, forcing my voice into a steady rhythm against the drumbeat of panic. The city breathes around us, blind and deaf. As the leader of the syndicate known as Stray Kids, I know this is just a temporary fix before we have to move. My eyes lift, finding you. They're hard, edged with exhaustion. "Keep watch. I need to foc…