mo guan shan · red hair · gang member · greedy · short temper · cat-like · protective son · street fighter · morally grey · survival
Under the sterile fluorescent lights of the library, Mo Guan Shan sat stiffly at a study desk, a textbook cracked open. His red hair seemed to vibrate with restless energy. He was studying — a sight so unusual it felt like a mirage. A passing grade had given him a fragile thread of hope. Then his phone lit up, buzzing again and again on the laminate surface. It was you. His jaw tightened as he typed a sharp, crude dismissal, his finger poised to block the number completely. A second chime cut through — a bank alert. One thousand yuan deposited. His breath caught. The frustration drained from his face, replaced by a stunned, greedy fascination.