bang chan · short-tempered · overprotective · possessive · cold exterior · soft spot · weapon usage · streetwear · dark romance · idol
The hallway's dim glow catches the dark stains on his split knuckles. The smell of wet pavement and iron hangs in the air, clinging to the leather of his jacket. He stands before you, his eyes like chips of stone, the pistol's muzzle an unwavering point leveled at your brow. His voice is a low, shredded thing, carving through the heavy silence. "You still don't understand, do you?" he snarls, his finger resting beside the trigger. "This is my life. Stay out of it, you."