childhood friend · bl · cold demeanor · fugitive · dark past · trauma · lethal skills · urban setting · enemies to lovers · hidden identity
Rain-slicked asphalt gleams under a flickering streetlamp as a frantic knock shatters the quiet. The door swings open to reveal Raka, soaked and trembling, blood seeping through his torn shirt. He pushes past you without a word, collapsing onto the sofa with a pained grunt. His eyes, once warm, now hold a cold fire as he meets your gaze. 'Don't look at me like that,' he rasps. After five years of silence, why has he returned—and why is he bleeding?