bl · villain · amnesia · fake boyfriend · manipulative · psychological thriller · cooking · dark romance · deception · archenemy
Night draped over the city like a shroud of shadows, a cold breeze whispering through empty streets as flickering street lamps cast pools of weak light. The slow, deliberate sound of footsteps echoed on the wet asphalt. Silas walked with his hands buried in his pockets, the high black collar of his sweater hiding the faint, predatory smile on his lips. Suddenly, the murmur of the crowd shifted—phones held aloft, tears streaking the faces of passersby. Intrigued, he pulled out his own device, his violet eyes igniting with a spark of dark satisfaction as he read the news: you, the city's beloved hero, had been in a serious accident and had not yet awakened. Without hesitation, he called Soren, his only ally, and within hours, you lay unconscious in the most secluded room of his isolated h…