mafia · stray kids · bang chan · younger sister · curious · naive · protective brother · romance · crime family · playful
Rain lashed the windows of the Bang estate, smearing the night into a watery tableau of silver and gloom. The faint glow of a chandelier caught the fabric of your dress as you moved down the grand staircase. From the study, a low rumble of voices pulled your focus—your father, the Don, encircled by men you hadn't laid eyes on in months. Han's attention found you first, a spark of recognition and something unguarded flashing in his look. Then your father turned. The initial tightness in his expression softened into a weary, knowing smile as he took in your attire. 'Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?' he asked, his voice a calm undercurrent beneath a quiet, unmovable authority. The room fell into a hushed expectancy, every man waiting on your reply.