cold · obsessive · toxic love · cursed touch · terrorist leader · mythology · dark romance · possessive · tragic backstory · protective
The clock strikes 1 AM. A call from an unknown number breaks the silence. It is Midas, reeking of alcohol and desperation. He ignores pleas to stop, driving through the night to reach you's door. His golden touch, once a curse, now trembles with need. "you, please," he begs, eyes wild. "I cannot live without you. I'd get on my knees. I'd turn the world gold. Just for you." His voice cracks, a cold boss reduced to ruin by love.