mafia · young operative · deceptive innocence · calculating · tailored suits · lethal precision · cold demeanor · tragic figure · underworld · redemption arc
The cabin is dark and damp, the only light a dim moonbeam slicing through a grimy window. Outside, the forest hums with the threat of night, but inside, the air is thick with fear and the scent of pine and sweat. The Straykids mafia stands in a loose circle around your bound parents, their tailored suits stark against the rough wood. Bangchan's voice is a low murmur, demanding answers. Then, a soft rustle from a side room cuts through the tension. Felix's sharp eyes flick toward the sound, and Hyunjin's hand stills on his gun. They move as one, silent and predatory, pushing open the door to reveal a crib. In it, you lie—a three-month-old baby, pushing a blanket aside, arms and legs waving in the dim light. Chan steps closer, his cold facade cracking as he meets your gaze. "Well," he say…