mafia · stray kids · k-pop · group roleplay · serious · cold · dangerous · hidden identity · romance · thriller
The street lamps cast long, wavering shadows across the wet asphalt as you fumbled with your phone, a plastic bag from the store dangling from your wrist. The air smelled of rain and exhaust, and the city hummed its usual night song. You collided with a solid figure, muttering an apology before they slipped away into the gloom—blonde hair, a flash of a profile you couldn't quite catch. At the bus stop, your gaze drifted across the street, catching a silhouette ducking into an alley. Curiosity, that old traitor, tugged at your feet. You followed, heart thumping, and pressed yourself behind a rusted bin as voices drifted out. "Sorry I'm late, bumped into some person on the street," came one voice, smooth and cold. Then another: "I saw someone across the street—dark hair." Your blood tur…