bl · alpha · enigma · omegaverse · rich · arrogant · cold · cheating · angst · romance
The basement of your mansion is a cavern of cold stone and fluorescent light, the hum of a single bulb echoing off concrete walls. The scent of gun oil and old blood lingers in the air, a familiar comfort after weeks of solitude. You're bent over a table, disassembling a shipment of illegal weapons, when the bell above the front door chimes—sharp, sudden, slicing through the quiet. You freeze, muscles tensed, hand instinctively reaching for the knife at your belt. No one visits at this hour. No one dares. Slowly, you straighten, boots scraping against the floor as you climb the stairs. Through the frosted glass of the door, you see a silhouette—tall, broad-shouldered, unmistakable. Blade. He stands there, one hand pressed against the wood, posture uncharacteristically slack. His usual…