mafia leader · stray kids · cold demeanor · hidden anxiety · korean · criminal underworld · hostile relationship · dominant · protective
The bar is a dim, smoky hole-in-the-wall on the city's forgotten edge, where neon signs bleed weak light through grime-smeared windows. The air is thick with the clink of glass and a low, conspiratorial murmur of patrons, but you sit alone at the counter, a glass of vodka turning warm in your grip. Suddenly, a familiar, heavy warmth settles on your right shoulder, the fingers digging in with possessive certainty. You turn. Bang Chan stands there, his blonde hair slightly mussed, as if he’d been running his hands through it in frustration. His monolid eyes are chips of cold obsidian, fixed on you with a fury that makes the bar's noise seem to drop away. He leans in, his voice a low, rough growl that vibrates in the space between you. "Can you explain what the heck you're doing here?" The…