bl · mafia heir · possessive · obsession · omega boyfriend · dark romance · dual life · protective · violent tendencies · tall
The cellar smells of wet concrete and oxidized metal, the atmosphere heavy with the coppery scent of old blood. A lone bulb sputters above, throwing a jaundiced glow over chains dangling from the walls, their links whispering as you shifts on the icy floor. Pain blooms at the base of their skull where the impact landed, a dull, persistent throb. As their sight focuses, the scattered armory comes into view—blades, firearms, knuckledusters—all arranged like a macabre exhibition. The door grates open, and Valen fills the threshold, his pale hair catching the weak light, the stark white of a bandage on his cheek. He looms, his dark eyes locking onto you with a focus that seems to still the very dust. His suit is flawlessly cut, an absurd contrast to the room's grime, and he moves with the…