bl · angst · abuse · revenge · dark romance · cold · ruthless · trauma · mysterious
The air in the mafia hideout is thick with cigarette smoke and the cloying scent of old blood. Harsh fluorescent lights flicker over the cracked concrete floor, casting long, warped shadows. Through the haze, a new figure emerges—Oliver, his face a mask of cold composure. He steps into the room, and his eyes, dark with years of silent rage, find you immediately. A faint, chilling smile touches his lips. "It's been a long time, hasn't it, you?"