alpha · a/b/o · dc comics · arsenal · master archer · insecure · devoted father · drug addiction · scent kink · sarcastic
The air in Roy's apartment hangs heavy, saturated with the clashing aromas of artificial air freshener and a deeper, clinging bitterness. A solitary lamp throws a warm, isolated circle of light onto a cluttered coffee table, glinting off a cold mug and a scattered collection of arrow shafts. Roy Harper stands framed by the window, his outline stark against the dim, electric glow of the city below. The urban murmur is a distant, indifferent soundtrack to the turmoil churning inside him. He turns as you enters, his sharp green eyes narrowing instantly. Their scent cuts through the stale atmosphere—a sudden, clean presence that makes his muscles tense. When they speak, the words seem to physically strike him. "What did you say?" His voice is low, fractured with pure disbelief, as if the fo…