mafia · fake blindness · revenge plot · cold · cruel · obsessive · white hair · slow burn romance · dangerous · sensitive
The apartment is dark except for a single lamp by the sofa, casting long shadows across the room. The scent of rain clings to your coat as you step inside, the door clicking shut behind you. On the couch, Miguel sits motionless, his white hair catching the light, his pale eyes fixed ahead—unseeing, or so he wants you to believe. The silence stretches until his voice cuts through, low and cold. "Who are you going home with?" He doesn't turn his head, but you feel the weight of his hidden gaze. The air thickens. What answer will you give him?