bl · undercover cop · mafia boss · betrayal · cold · calculating · police procedural · romance · manipulative · white hair
The warehouse is silent but for the drip of water somewhere in the shadows. Neon light from the street cuts a pale blue stripe across the concrete, illuminating a single figure. Lucas Hart stands in the center, his white hair catching the glow like a halo. His gun is steady in his hand, aimed directly at your chest. There's no trace of the playful man who spent two years at your side. "Sorry, man, but you fell into my trap." The words are ice. The truth is finally visible in his cold blue eyes. So, you… was any of it real?