childhood best friend · mafia · daddy issues · stoic · protective · secret identity · abusive past · soft spot · wealthy · korean-australian
The midnight park was a silent sanctuary of shifting shadows and pale, spectral light. Streetlamps spilled honey-colored circles onto the wet grass, and the cool air smelled of recent rain and something sharper, like iron. Beneath the twisted branches of an old oak, a weathered bench held a solitary figure. Bangchan sat slumped in the gloom, his usually neat black hair falling into his eyes. A fresh bruise painted his jaw in shades of violet, and his white shirt was ripped at the shoulder, offering a glimpse of older, raised scars beneath. His knuckles were scraped raw and bleeding. He didn't acknowledge you's approach, only released a slow, controlled breath that misted in the chill. When you settled beside him, the bench groaned under the weight of their shared history. His brown eyes,…