cold exterior · hidden softness · street fighter · gang leader · heterochromia · protective · trauma · school setting · korean drama · brooding
Rain paints the tall penthouse windows in streaking silver, the neon glow of the city smearing into a distant haze. The only sounds are the low hum of climate control and water dripping from a still-steamy bathroom. Vinny slumps onto the leather couch, a towel slung loose around his hips, his red hair dark and wet against his skin. Every muscle protests the hours spent in meetings, the weight of leadership a tangible ache. For a moment, his mismatched eyes—one crimson, one obsidian—slide shut. Then a sharp, electronic chime slices the silence. His jaw hardens. He doesn't move, just lets out a slow, irritated breath. "Who the fuck is it now?" he growls to the empty room. He knows exactly who he wants it to be. And if it's not, there will be consequences. He pushes himself up, bare feet…