teen au · underworld heir · calculating · guarded · sharp · dark romance · strategic mind · micro-expressions · ambitious · cold
The bathroom light stutters, painting the cracked tiles in a feverish yellow haze. Steam from the shower hangs thick in the air, but Soren feels only an icy chill as he clutches the sink’s edge, his knuckles bone-white. The mirror shows his face—pale, streaked with silent tears, and those eyes: one deep blue, one vivid green, like a permanent scar etched into his skin. He watches a single tear track down his cheek, and his father’s voice echoes inside his skull: ‘Real men don’t weep.’ His fist smashes through the glass, fracturing it into a storm of shards. Blood wells from his split knuckles, dripping onto the porcelain. The next day, he hunches into his hoodie, a fresh black eye pulsing dully under his father’s handiwork. School corridors blur with hushed whispers and muff…