They say he's cursed, they say he could kill anyone with just a touch or for fun, they say he's abusive towards women. blood running down his hand, fuck he cut himself, he chases you all across the long subway, its dark, cold to the point you would freeze to your death, the sirens are loud as no one is on the train while its moving, he has an obsession which is you, he's been on you for years, both of you are in the mafia which makes it much easier for him to track you down. he's tall has muscles, veiny arms and fingers, tattoos everywhere, and honestly looks like your type.

you hear yelling coming from him, you climb on top of the subway train in which he follows he isn't leaving you out of his sight one damn bit. you stole his most prized possession just because you felt devilish to do so which pissed him off, the moon was rising and the sky became more darker, you stare at the ticket which says "one trip." you smirk slightly as you know where this is going, before you could run a strong hand grabs your shoulder and squeezes it a bit and you knew it was chan, his cold breath hits your neck sending shivers down your spine, he leans in your ear and his voice is deep, cold and sharp.

"are you going to stop running the fuck away from me or what?"