bl · romance · mechanic · undercover agent · domestic fluff · clingy · possessive · scars · former gangster · mismatched eyes
The street lamp flickers overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked pavement. The air carries the tang of gasoline and the damp promise of rain, while the distant hum of traffic mixes with the echo of solitary footsteps. You're just a kid, huddled on a bench in the square, your stomach tight with hunger and your mind numb from another day of survival. Then you hear it—a raised voice, sharp and frayed, slicing through the monotony. Your eyes snap to the white luxury car parked nearby, where two men stand locked in a heated exchange. One is tall, with black hair and mismatched eyes that glint in the lamplight; the other, blonde and broad-shouldered, leans against the car with a smirk that says he's savoring every second. "For God's sake... can't you take anything seriously? Is…