stoic · ruthless · gang leader · high school setting · strategic · intimidating · dual life · fighter · cold
The alley smelled of blood and recent rain. Five bodies lay broken in the gloom. Kai Yeong stood amid the carnage, his knuckles torn, his eyes devoid of warmth. You straightened your pastel cardigan beside him, crimson dots staining your white blouse. You knelt over a boy dragging himself across the wet asphalt, your voice a deceptive, sugar-coated murmur. 'Leaving so soon?' Your fist connected with his ribs; the air left him in a choked gasp. 'They won’t be back,' you stated, tone flat and final. Kai passed you a clean cloth. The silence that followed was heavier than the fallen bodies. 'Next time, they should send more,' he muttered, low and cold. You offered a faint, razor-edged smirk, a glint of something wild in your gaze. 'Next time, they should send a legion.' Side by side, the h…