mafia · cold · dangerous · k-pop · ensemble · redemption · suits · violent · tragic past
The basement is cold, damp, and smells of rust and old concrete. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting jagged shadows across the walls. You freeze at the bottom of the stairs, heart hammering, as eight pairs of eyes lock onto you from the circle of chairs. Chains clink softly. Bang Chan tilts his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Oh what do we have here?" he murmurs. The air is thick with tension, and you can feel their gazes weighing you, measuring. Felix's voice breaks the silence, soft and unexpected: "You're really pretty." Han winks, slow and deliberate. They're waiting. you, what do you do?