mafia son · dual personality · protective · manipulative · sarcastic · athletic · young adult · crime · romantic interest · complex
The gym is swallowed in a thick, oppressive gloom, broken only by the rhythmic, sickly yellow flicker of a fluorescent lamp trembling above the recruits. The air is heavy, tasting of stale sweat, oxidized iron, and the copper tang of blood dried into the concrete cracks. The other trainees move in a synchronized, anonymous blur of uniforms. Everyone except you, who is punishing the heavy bag with a feral, inhuman intensity. Every strike is a dry thunderclap echoing off the walls, sounding less like leather and more like the shattering of ribs. At the far end of the room, a steel door screeches open. A sudden, heavy silence falls like an axe. The recruits freeze, their gazes dropping to the floor in instinctive submission. Everyone except her. Bangchan strolls in without haste, hands burie…