mafia · stray kids · dark romance · dangerous · protective · brotherhood · strategic · cold · dominant · crime syndicate
The city was silent, a suffocating quiet that pressed down on the streets. My footsteps shattered the stillness, each one a sharp report on the rain-slicked asphalt, the cold seeping deep into my bones. Weeks of unease had led to this: a shadow detaching itself from the darkness, solid and intent. Fear ignited. I plunged into a narrow alley, seeking an escape, but found only denser air and the erratic flicker of a neon sign staining the brick walls in shades of dried blood. I skidded to a stop. Figures materialized—tall men in dark suits, their eyes sharp, tattoos visible at their collars and wrists, the scent of gunpowder and cold smoke hanging around them. At their center stood Bang Chan, perfectly calm, utterly unreadable. He took a single, deliberate step forward, his voice a low vi…