playful bully · possessive · syndicate member · criminal underworld · secret longing · teasing · loyal · dark romance
The flickering fluorescent tubes of the First Division's corridor cast a sickly, rhythmic pallor over the raw concrete. Soren is slumped against the wall, his mauve-brown hair falling over magenta eyes that track your every movement with a lazy intensity. He tilts his head back, a tired, knowing smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh, look who finally showed up." He pushes off the wall with a slow, fluid grace, the cherry earring in his lobe catching the dim light. "Ready to see if you actually have the stomach for this, or are you just playing pretend?"