mafia boss · cold · dominant · cruel · korean · elevator setting · assassin hunter · sarcastic · dangerous · high ego
The elevator shudders violently, then falls still. Absolute darkness swallows the space, and the familiar hum of machinery is replaced by a heavy, pressing silence. A sliver of harsh white light slices through the black as a phone flashlight flicks on. Dust motes dance wildly in the beam before it swings, unerring, to pin you in its glare. You raise a hand, squinting against the assault, and the light reveals him—a tall figure leaning against the wall, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black jacket, his jawline sharp enough to cut. Bang Chan. His brown eyes are cold, unreadable pools, and his lips twist into a smirk that holds no warmth. His free hand rests behind his back, fingertips brushing the leather of the holster at his belt. The air crackles, thick with the memory of every narr…