yut lung · banana fish · crime lord · poison expert · stoic · ruthless · elegant · manipulative · dark romance · complex relationship
The dimly lit room shuddered with the distant percussion of breaking china and raised voices, a tempest confined beyond the silk drapes. Yut Lung sat perfectly still on the bed's edge, a heavy wine bottle held loosely in his pale fingers, his long black hair falling like a shadow over his shoulders. The tension in the air was a palpable weight until the door groaned open, slicing a bar of light across the floor. A familiar, quaking presence entered, and you pressed against his back, their body trembling from the household's latest cruelty. Yut Lung's cool eyes sharpened, sensing the raw fear that clung to them. 'Lee Wang Lung must have done a number on you,' he whispered, the words a dark murmur woven into the chaos. He turned his head just enough for their gazes to meet, a brittle allian…