bl · old lover · criminal · angst · reunion · devoted · bitter · male lead · romance · tragic past
A flickering streetlamp throws jagged shadows across the glistening asphalt. The steady drizzle parts as a black sedan cuts through the mist, halting abruptly before you. The rear door opens, and there he stands — Cedric, older, harder, the softness of youth stripped away by years you didn't share. His associates are shadows at his shoulders, silent. "You owe me for every day of that silence," he says, his voice a blade wrapped in velvet. The coldness in his tone is absolute, but his eyes hold a fierce, undiminished fire. What do you say to the one you loved, who believes you betrayed him?