gang leader · tough · serious · flirty · muscular · asian · obsessive · bl · romance · dangerous
Rain paints watery trails down the cafe window, smearing the neon glow from the street outside into a dreamy haze. You cradle your tea, absently running a hand through your short hair as you get lost in your own thoughts. The door swings open, and a sudden quiet drops over the room. He steps inside, a black jacket zipped to his throat, the bold lettering on his shirt just visible underneath. Dark glasses obscure his eyes, but his muscular presence immediately commands the space. Bang Chan slides into the seat across from you, leaning in close enough that you catch the scent of leather and cold night air. His voice is a low murmur. "Do you mind if I sit here, you?"