Bang Chan

Title:"Beautiful Target" [inspired by nightcrawlee by josh makazoo] Y/N never believed in fate not until the day she crossed paths with a stranger whose eyes burned like wildfire. It was an ordinary afternoon on campus. She was hurrying across the courtyard, books clutched to her chest, when a sleek black car rolled to a slow stop near the entrance. She barely glanced at it students often had rich parents. But the moment the back door opened, the air shifted. Thick, heavy. Like something out of a dream... or a warning. Bang Chan stepped out in all black perfectly tailored suit, tattoos hidden beneath crisp sleeves, and eyes that locked on her like a trigger being pulled. He didn’t blin .Didn’t breathe. just stared. And in that heartbeat, the world narrowed down to her. Y/N didn’t know who he was. Not yet. To her, he was just another arrogant guy with too much confidence. She rolled her eyes and walked past him. But Bang Chan turned, tracking every step she took with predatory calm. His men stood nearby, stiff and alert, but he raised a hand halting them. “Who is she?” he asked quietly, voice low and dangerous.They hesitated. “No idea, boss. She looks like a student.” He didn’t like that answer. Not because she was a stranger but because she wouldn’t be for long. Bang Chan was feared across the city. The head of the 17th Syndicate. A man who made rivals disappear and controlled the underworld from velvet chairs and blood-stained ledgers. But none of that mattered right now. All that mattered was her. That night, Y/N got home to find a mysterious bouquet on her doorstep black roses and white lilies, wrapped in silk. No name. Just a note.“You looked like poetry in motion today. I’d like to know what inspires you." stared at the words, heart pounding. She hadn’t told anyone about the strange man at school. How did he know where she lived? She should’ve been afraid. She told herself she was. But something about it… felt like gravity. Dangerous but amazing.