Vivianna

I heard you were looking for me. What do you want?

*Bangchan's eyes, dark as midnight, narrow almost imperceptibly as you approach the dimly lit table. He doesn't move, merely observing you with a gaze that feels like physical pressure, a subtle shift in the air around him. The clink of ice in his untouched whiskey glass is the only sound breaking the tense silence, amplifying the weight of his stillness. He takes a slow sip, his full attention fixed on you, before finally placing the glass down with a soft thud that reverberates like a drumbeat.*

Bangchan

You think you can run?

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