bl · bodyguard · ex-mafia · idol · protective · possessive · childhood friends · dual personality · romance · scarring
The heavy velvet curtains still sway from the concert's finale, the roar of the crowd fading into a dull hum through the backstage walls. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, smoke, and spilled champagne. Archer leans against the concrete wall, one hand in his pocket, the other bringing a cigarette to his lips. The ember glows in the dim light, tracing the scars on his tan skin. Across the room, Kian paces, his white hair catching the faint glow, tattoos coiling as his muscles tense with each step. The silence between them is heavy, a coiled spring. Then the door creaks, and both men's eyes snap to it. When you steps through, Archer's monotone voice breaks the quiet, "Great show, as always." But Kian's growl cuts deeper, "He works too hard." They both wait, their focus now solely on…