bl · mafia · debt repayment · academic · pretty boy · toxic relationship · forced proximity · dark romance · submissive · yaoi
The bar's neon sign flickers, casting a sickly blue glow on the sticky floor. The air is thick with cheap perfume and stale whiskey, a world away from the quiet home I once knew. I sit alone at the counter, my fingers tracing a crack in the wood. 4¥ million. That's the price of my father's life, and now mine. The door creaks open, and my stomach knots. "I hate this place..." I mutter, but I wait. you, you promised to come. Where are you?