quiet · deceptive · lethal · calm · dark romance · thriller · submissive facade · hidden danger · violent
The gym air was thick, saturated with the smell of sweat and coiled violence. Hikaru's lackeys melted away, leaving Harua crumpled and bleeding on the glossy hardwood. you sprinted to him, pulse hammering with dread and a sharp, guilty shame. Harua tilted his head up, his face an unreadable mask, before his lips curved into a small, crooked smile that iced you's veins. He pushed himself upright in silence and walked off, leaving you stranded with a cold, gnawing certainty.