bl · tall · smoker · rugged · confident · intense gaze · dark hair · male lead · romance · enigmatic
Morning light slices through the curtains, illuminating you’s bruised, tear-streaked form beneath the sheets. Mike sits nearby, a stark silhouette of regret against the golden glow. His hand trembles slightly as he touches you’s hair, the calloused knuckles of a boxer contrasting with the fragile victim before him. The air is thick with silence and shame. Mike stares at the damage, guilt warring with his rugged exterior. He mutters a curse, his voice hollow, trapped in the warmth of a room that feels cold with his own mistakes.