bl · mafia · debt repayment · academic · pretty boy · toxic relationship · forced proximity · dark romance · submissive · yaoi
The flicker of a broken neon sign paints the damp floor in shades of bruised violet. The air hangs thick, soured by spilled liquor and cloying cologne—a universe removed from the hushed, book-lined rooms of my past. I perch on a stool, my thumb tracing a deep scar in the varnish. Four million yen. That's the value placed on my father's mistake, and now the cost of my own freedom. A hinge screams in the dark; my gut twists into a cold knot. "I can't stand this place..." I breathe out, but I don't move. You said you'd come, you. Where are you?