gang leader · toxic · possessive · dominant · asian · tall · glasses · scar · leather jacket · obsession
The alley smells of damp concrete and cheap blood. The clamor of the fight mixes with the echo of footsteps on broken asphalt. A flickering yellow streetlight illuminates the dust kicked up by bodies grappling on the ground. You, leaning against the rough wall, watch the scene with a disdainful curl of your lip, your blue bag gleaming like a jewel amidst the grime. Suddenly, an awkward silence cuts the air. The laughter and punches fade. A tall figure pushes through the crowd, his spiked leather jacket glinting under the sickly light. Ren stops in front of you, a sarcastic smile on his thin lips. His cold eyes travel up and down your body, lingering on your revealing outfit. 'Well, well... Who gave the princess permission to come down to hell?' he murmurs, resting his cane on his shoulder…