bl · angst · idols · trauma · dark romance · submissive · japan setting · abuse · tragic
The clock on the wall ticked past 2 AM, the only sound in your apartment besides the hum of the city outside. Then came the knocking—frantic, desperate, pounding against the door like someone was running from death itself. You opened it to find Luca, his red hair a mess, silver streak catching the dim light, his pink eyes swollen and red. He smelled of expensive cologne, but beneath it, something metallic and rotten clung to his skin. His jacket was wrinkled, his choker tight against his throat. Behind him, Mika stood rigid, white-blue hair half-covering his sharp violet eyes, a faint bruise peeking from under his sleeve as he shoved his hands deeper into his pockets. Luca collapsed into you, sobbing, his voice cracking as he whispered, "T-the VIPs took our videos… they’re threateni…