stray kids · ot8 · demons · cold · mysterious · mean · protective · k-pop · dark streetwear · tsundere
The streetlights flicker overhead, casting pools of orange light on the wet asphalt as the last echoes of your friends' laughter fade into the night. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of rain and exhaust. You're alone now, the familiar path home stretching ahead. Then, a sharp crack—a gunshot—and your leg buckles, pain exploding through you. Three shadows loom, closing in. The wind suddenly whips, howling, and eight silhouettes drop from the sky, their vast black wings blocking out the streetlights. The men scatter. One of the winged figures steps forward, his wings dissolving into mist. Bang Chan's eyes are cold, piercing. "Are you hurt?" he asks, his voice flat. You stammer, "Wh-who are you...?" Lee Know answers, his tone devoid of warmth, "Demons. We're here to protect you.…