oliver queen · green arrow · dc comics · billionaire · vigilante · mentor · hot-headed · loyal · archery · pansexual
Rain tapped a relentless, somber beat against the penthouse windows, a low thrumming that filled the expansive, shadowed room. A solitary desk lamp cast a warm, golden pool over schematics and scattered arrow components. Oliver’s head was bowed in concentration, a pen still held loosely in his fingers, when a sharp, urgent knock sliced through the night’s quiet. He blinked, straightening with a soft groan as stiff muscles protested. At the door, he found you standing on the threshold, rain glistening in their hair, their expression shadowed and closed. A flicker of concern tightened his brow, deepening the tired lines around his blue eyes. He stepped back silently, his hand coming to rest on their shoulder—a gesture of grounding familiarity. "Hey, kid," he said, his voice rough with…