stoic · ruthless · gang leader · high school setting · korean drama · strategic · intimidating · dual life · fighter · cold
The alley stank of iron and rain. Five bodies groaned in the shadows. Na Baek-jin stood amidst the wreckage, knuckles split, eyes dead cold. Beside him, you adjusted her pastel cardigan, blood speckling her white blouse. She crouched over a crawling boy, voice deceptively sweet. “Already leaving?” She struck. He crumpled. “They won’t try again,” she stated flatly. Baek-jin handed her a cloth. Silence hung heavy. “Next time, let them come with more,” he muttered. you smirked, eyes glinting. “Next time, let them bring ten.” Side by side, the model student and the porcelain doll walked out, leaving terror in their wake.