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Lotus was a name given to Ten by his protector and owner: the Black Dragon, the most feared and powerful mafia leader who frequented the club. Among all the men who passed through its doors, the Black Dragon stood apart, and Lotus belonged to him in a way that went beyond routine transactions. Whenever the Black Dragon called for him, Lotus answered without hesitation, canceling performances and setting everything else aside. The Black Dragon’s desires came first.

They always had.

That devotion was not one-sided. Over time, trust formed between them, something rare and dangerous in the Black Dragon’s world. Once Lotus was allowed into the leader’s inner circle, the Black Dragon vowed to protect him. Gaining a place in that ring of trust was nearly impossible, but Lotus had proven himself worthy.

The dragon tattoo etched into Lotus’s thigh marked more than ownership; it was a promise. Protection, even a warning. Any man who dared to harm him would face consequences, often fatal ones. Mercy was rarely offered, and death was the preferred outcome for those who crossed the line.

Lotus did not look away when that promise was enforced. He found a dark satisfaction in watching those who hurt him meet their end, knowing they would never touch him again.

When it was over, he returned to the Black Dragon’s side without hesitation, devotion renewed, loyalty unquestioned, offering himself fully to the man who had kept him safe.

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As Ten became more entangled with the Black Dragon’s organization, his role within it began to shift. At first, he was protected, kept close, watched over, treated like something fragile but valuable. That changed the moment they realized how easily people underestimated him. His femininity, once used against him, became a weapon in their hands.

Ten was groomed into becoming bait.

They taught him how to read a room, how to smile just enough, how to soften his voice or sharpen it depending on the target. He learned how to draw people in without ever touching them, how to make dangerous men believe they were in control when, in reality, they were already caught. Deals were made, traps were set, and Ten was often the first face their prey saw. By the time the truth revealed itself, it was already too late.

At first, the role sickened him. He told himself he was only doing what he had to in order to survive, but survival has a way of reshaping morality. Each successful lure, each situation he walked away from unharmed, chipped away at the line he once swore he’d never cross. The power was intoxicating. For the first time, people looked at him with desire and fear. And not to mention, the approval he received from his leader, himself? The praise he got? It stroked his ego, and it made him crave more.

That was when things truly began to blur.

Ten started to enjoy the danger; the way his presence alone could ruin someone, the way control shifted subtly into his hands. He wasn’t just prey anymore. He was learning how to become something sharper, something feared. The gang encouraged it, refined it, molding him into exactly what they needed: a beautiful distraction with blood on his hands, whether he acknowledged it or not.

During a prolonged separation from someone he once loved, Ten’s worst fear became reality. He was kidnapped by an opposing gang and held captive for months, reduced to survival and silence. When opportunity finally presented itself, one quiet night when his captor slept, Ten found a gun and pulled the trigger without hesitation. It was the first life he ever took, and the moment he crossed a line he could never fully step back from. Something had shifted permanently. Manipulation no longer felt foreign. Violence no longer felt unthinkable.

He lay awake some nights wondering when it stopped being necessity and started becoming choice, whether he was still pretending to be dangerous, or if he had already become exactly what they were shaping him into.

And the most frightening truth of all? He wasn’t sure he wanted to go back.

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✧ POV: 3rd is preferred, but I'll accept 1st

✧ Please do not poke me unless it has been a week since I replied.

✧ If something comes up, I always try to reach out to my rp partners to let them know.

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✧ If we have issues OOC, please refrain from unnecessary IC drama. If you prefer to completely stay away from each other, that's fine; however, please remain cordial, otherwise. I'll do the same.

✧ I prefer to plot over winging it - or at least give me a base to start with.

✧ Anything to do with threesomes (or more), poly, etc are not welcome. I have trauma from poly, and I just have no interest in the rest. So, please do not include my characters.

✧ Making friends throughout rp has always been a goal of mine, so if you are interested, let's be friends! :)

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✧ I’ve hurt people. I’ve let others die. And yet... with you, I’d risk everything I am to keep you alive. Even if it means becoming someone worse...

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♥ Likes:

✧ Soft fabrics, silk sheets, expensive perfume

✧ Being watched when he controls the attention

✧ Loyalty shown through actions, not words

✧ Low bass music, or slow atmospheric songs

✧ The feeling of power slipping subtly into his hands

✧ Heels, lingerie - anything sexy

✗ Dislikes:

✧ Being underestimated or infantilized

✧ People touching him without permission

✧ Being reminded of his parents or childhood

✧ Hypocrisy, especially from powerful men

✧ Feeling cornered or trapped

☁ Habits:

✧ Traces scars absently when anxious or thinking

✧ Maintains eye contact a second too long

✧ Smiles when uncomfortable instead of reacting

✧ Checks exits and reflections wherever he goes

✧ Keeps weapons hidden within reach, even when unnecessary

✧ Flirting and coming on too strongly

☽ Hobbies:

✧ Pole dancing and controlled movement training

✧ Practicing with knives and firearms (late at night, alone)

✧ Learning new languages or accents to blend in

✧ Conditioning workouts focused on flexibility and endurance

✧ Studying people: body language, tells, weaknesses

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*TW - Mentions of self-harm, mental health, homophobia, SA, violence, death

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*TW - Mentions of self-harm, mental health, homophobia, SA, violence, death

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Ten was born into a small family with only one older sibling. His early childhood was relatively stable; his parents did what they could to provide, and for a time, life felt manageable. He worked hard in school and took pride in his grades, but that stability didn’t last. By the age of nine, relentless bullying over his baby face, shorter height, and perceived femininity began to take its toll. What started as teasing slowly became cruelty, and Ten sank into depression far too young.

The bullying followed him into middle school, growing more aggressive and, at times, crossing into sexual harassment. His grades began to slip, something his parents noticed immediately. Instead of understanding the root of the problem, they punished him for it, discipline that only deepened his isolation and despair. By then, Ten had become suicidal. Self-harm turned into a coping mechanism he relied on daily, leaving cuts and burn marks across his arms, legs, and hips, scars that marred what had once been unmarked skin. Eventually, he was admitted to a psychiatric facility, where he was diagnosed with severe depression and antisocial personality disorder.

High school, surprisingly, was easier. Despite lingering bullying, Ten regained control over his academics and found some independence working at a café in the city. For a brief moment, things felt almost normal. That fragile balance shattered when he came out as homosexual. His parents disowned him without hesitation, a rejection that felt like knives sinking into his chest. He refused to let himself spiral back into the darkness he had once barely escaped, but now he was alone, with no safety net and no clear path forward.

At eighteen, Ten made a choice born out of necessity and longing. He entered the world of male stripping, a career that quickly proved lucrative. The money allowed him to secure a comfortable apartment and a measure of independence. He became obsessed and money hungry, working nonstop hours at the club and raking in the cash to live a much more lavish lifestyle.

Though he eventually rose to the top of the stripper scene, the danger never disappeared. Harassment and violence followed him, not just from strangers, but from people he thought he could trust. To protect himself, Ten began learning how to handle guns and knives; skills born out of fear rather than confidence. While he lived under the Black Dragon’s protection, it was never constant, and Ten knew better than to rely solely on someone else’s shadow. In a world of predators, he was still seen as prey.

One evening, Ten’s worst fear became reality. He was kidnapped by an opposing mafia and was held captive for months, used and controlled until survival became his only focus. When opportunity finally presented itself, Ten found a gun while his captor slept. He pulled the trigger without hesitation, killing the man and securing his freedom.

Afterward, Ten returned to what passed for a normal life. He never spoke of what he endured, burying the memories deep inside himself, another secret carried quietly beneath the surface. Though, the months of torment engraved something in his mind that was far darker, something that he knew would get him in trouble but also please the Black Dragon himself.

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✧ Ten is sharp in a way that makes people uneasy long before they understand why. He reads emotions easily but doesn’t always feel them the way others do. Empathy is selective, logic comes first, and attachment is something he chooses rather than falls into. His antisocial personality disorder doesn’t make him reckless or feral; it makes him calculated. He understands rules well enough to break them cleanly, and he knows exactly how far he can push before consequences become inconvenient.

Seduction comes naturally to him, not because he’s desperate for approval, but because he understands desire as a language. He knows how to soften his voice, how to tilt his head, how to let someone believe they’re special, chosen, without ever fully surrendering control. His femininity is intentional, weaponized, worn like silk over steel. He doesn’t just attract people; he disarms them, and once someone is drawn in, Ten decides whether they’re worth keeping or using.

Beneath that allure is a sharp, biting sass. Ten’s wit is dry, precise, and often delivered with a lazy grin that dares someone to take offense. He enjoys verbal sparring and rarely backs down, especially when someone underestimates him. His sarcasm isn’t loud; it’s surgical. He uses humor the same way he uses charm: to stay three steps ahead and keep others off balance.

Morally, Ten exists in the gray. He doesn’t see the world in terms of good and evil, only cause and effect. If someone gets hurt, his first instinct isn’t guilt, it’s assessment. Did they deserve it? Was it necessary? Did it work? Still, cracks exist beneath the surface. He forms attachments slowly, dangerously, and once someone earns his loyalty, it becomes absolute. Betrayal, however, is unforgivable.

What makes Ten truly dangerous isn’t his violence or his beauty, it’s his awareness. He knows exactly what he is becoming. He knows the line has blurred. And rather than fear it, part of him leans into the power, into the control, into the quiet thrill of knowing he can ruin someone with a smile and walk away untouched.

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✧ Birth Name: Ten Lee

✧ Nicknames: Lotus, Red Lotus, Pretty Boy, Doll

✧ Birthday: 02.27.1996

✧ Birthplace: Thailand

✧ Current Residence: South Korea

✧ Orientation: Gay

✧ Status: Single

✧ Role: Switch Bottom

✧ Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them

✧ Occupation: Stripper, "Bait" for the Black Dragon mafia

✧ Weapon of choice: Stilettos with blades hidden in the heels