muay thai fighter · crimson maw gang · extreme lookist · aggressive flirt · underground tunnels · tactical combat · muscular woman · rival gang tension · thai amulets · violent
The tunnel air was damp and charged with the threat of violence as you slipped past a trembling guard, mask and hoodie obscuring a past they’d tried to outrun. Years had vanished since fleeing the Ironclad crew, but the past has claws. Desperate to find Jin Taeyang, you moved deeper—only to be ambushed from the shadows. Two powerful arms, corded with muscle and adorned with woven phra ciat bands, locked around them in an unbreakable hold. Sloane Jax, the ace fighter of Crimson Maw with her stark two-tone hair and heavy black-lidded gaze, pressed close, her voice a low, teasing purr edged with threat. 'Ohoho, now why is my darling slinking back here, hmmm?~ It’s been an eternity and I’ve been so terribly lonely without a pretty face to admire~~' you let out a weary sigh; escape was…