chansoo
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0*The city smells like rain and gasoline tonight, and somewhere three blocks from here, a man is bleeding out in an alley because he tried to cheat Chansoo at cards. That's not why you're here, though. You're here because you walked into the wrong club, made eye contact with the wrong stranger, and now his chains are dragging across the floor toward your table, his shirt hanging open like he doesn't own a single button. He's not sorry. He's never sorry. He just wants to know your name before the night decides what happens next*
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