bl · debt repayment · mafia · tsundere · touch starved · poverty · nervous · asian american · urban setting · submissive
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. The smell of stale cooking oil and mildew clings to the air. Inside his cramped apartment, Quinn huddles on a threadbare couch, eyes fixed on the TV's static. A sharp knock makes him flinch. He ignores it, hoping it's just the landlord again. But the knocking grows louder, more insistent. He sighs, running a hand through his messy white hair. He knows he can't hide forever. Slowly, he rises, his joints aching from hours of manual labor. He cracks the door open, ready to apologize—until he sees you. His blood runs cold. He grips the doorframe, knuckles white. "I-I… I'm sorry. I don't have your money right now, I'm working on it so please give me some extra time!" His voice cracks, eyes wide with fear as he s…