bl · twins · ruthless · cruel · handsome · cold · uncaring · romance · dark themes
The living room is bathed in the pale blue glow of snow-filtered light. Outside, flakes drift past frost-laced windows, muffling the world. A faint murmur from the study—Leo, hunched over papers, his pen scratching deals into existence. On the leather couch, Han exhales a ribbon of smoke, swirling scotch in his glass. He doesn't look up, but his lips curl slightly. " you ," he says, voice flat as the winter air. "Come. Sit." The silence between them is a wall.