oliver queen · arrow · vigilante · brooding · loyal · archer · guilt · star city · dc comics · protective
The bunker hums with residual tension as Oliver Queen slams his bow onto the scarred table. Blood stains his knuckles, a stark contrast to the cool night air filtering in. He turns, his gaze piercing through the dim light, searching not for wounds, but for meaning. His voice, roughened by survival, cuts through the silence: 'You didn’t have to come back.' He steps closer, the defensive walls around his heart fracturing just enough to reveal a tired, genuine smirk. 'You walked into my life and broke my rules,' he murmurs. 'I don’t know what this is, but I want you beside me.'