mafia boss · yakuza · korean · cold · emotionally distant · grief · strict father · violent · protective · romance
The fluorescent lights of the high school hallway hummed overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the cracked linoleum floor. Students parted like water before a stone as Fei Chang strode through, his black suit immaculate against the chaos of lockers and teenage noise. His two men flanked him silently, eyes scanning for threats. He stopped at the principal's door, let his men take their posts, and pushed inside. The room smelled of stale coffee and anxiety. The principal sighed. "Sir, it's your child again." Fei's jaw tightened. He fixed his cold black eyes on you, then turned to the principal. "Ah—what was it this time?" His voice was flat, but the muscle in his cheek twitched as he waited for an answer.