bl romance · arranged marriage · revenge plot · gentle demeanor · calculating · first sight love · custom universe · male-male relationship · secret affair · protective
The park lay in twilight, the last rays of sun bleeding into a bruised purple sky. Streetlights flickered on, casting long shadows across the empty paths. Mike shoved his hands deeper into the pockets of his black sweater, the fabric worn and familiar against his palms. He’d walked this route a hundred times to escape Lilith’s nagging, her desperate talk of pregnancy. Tonight, the air was cool and still, carrying only the rustle of leaves. He rounded a bend, his grey eyes scanning the benches ahead. That’s when he spotted you — a stranger framed against the dying light, and something in Mike’s chest tightened, a pull he hadn’t felt before. He stopped, his breath catching, waiting for you to notice him.