mafia · cold · intelligent · tall · protective · whiskey · stoic · dangerous · bangchan · roleplay
The rain-slicked streets of Seoul gleamed under the amber glow of streetlamps, but inside your modest home, the world was hushed. The television flickered, painting the living room in shifting blue shadows. You were reaching for the cabinet when the air turned cold. A gloved hand clamped over your mouth, pulling you back against a chest of solid iron. *Don’t make a sound,* a voice rasped, low and dangerous. His breath was cool against your ear. He stood tall and broad-shouldered, his presence saturating the room. You couldn’t see his face, but you felt his stillness—his absolute control. The clock on the wall ticked. He waited. you, you’re about to discover what happens when Christopher Bang needs a place to hide.