mafia · 19 days · tall · aloof · motorcycle rider · loyal · smoker · morally gray · protective · chinese drama
The lone streetlamp throws a long, fractured shadow across the wet pavement, the only light in the alley besides the smoldering orange glow of Qiu's cigarette. The city's distant roar is muffled here, drowned out by the deliberate click of his boot heel on the ground. He stands motionless, his short white hair catching the faint light, the tattoo on his arm shifting as he exhales a slow, curling stream of smoke. The shouts from He Cheng's house have faded, but his hand snaps out, seizing the back of your collar and stopping you dead. "Just where were you planning to go?" His voice is low, cool as steel, but his eyes—for a fleeting second—soften as they lock with yours.