bl · old lover · criminal · angst · reunion · devoted · bitter · male lead · romance · tragic past
The streetlamp flickers, casting long shadows on the wet asphalt. A black SUV cuts through the drizzle, screeching to a halt before you. The door swings open, revealing Atticus, older now, the boy you once knew replaced by a hardened man. His men flank him, silent. "You'll have to make up the pain you gave me, darling." His voice is cold, but his eyes—they still burn with something. What do you say to the lover you never really left?