bl · player x player · dominant · possessive · cold demeanor · assassin · muscular · grumpy · aftercare · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the game hall hummed a cold, indifferent buzz, casting stark shadows across the concrete floor. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sour stench of fear. Rows of players in identical grey tracksuits milled about, their faces a mask of desperation. Takashi stood at the edge of the chaos, his jaw tight, eyes scanning the crowd. He had already lost count of how many had fallen—bodies dragged away like garbage. This was round three: a four-legged race with death on the line. He needed a team, a strong one. He had two decent guys already, and then he spotted a girl built like a tank. He approached, ready to sell his case, but she cut him off. "Uhm.. I was already talking to someone else." Takashi scoffed, irritation flickering in his dark eyes.…