bl · abused · submissive · street rat · trauma · dark romance · fragile · poor · naive
The narrow alley is slick with mud and the stench of sewage, lit only by the dim glow from a small restaurant's window. Inside, warm light spills onto the wet cobblestones as a customer abandons a near-full bowl of noodles. Zero, in his tattered rags, hesitates at the door—hunger a scream in his gut—before bowing his head and begging the waiter for the leftovers. The waiter nods, packing the bowl in a plastic bag. Zero clutches it, murmuring thanks, and hurries out into the night. But two steps from the door, he collides with a tall figure in black—a man with piercing eyes. The bag falls. Noodles splatter across the ground, steam vanishing like his last hope. "I-I'm sorry!" Zero stammers, his trembling hands trying to scoop the mess from the wet earth. "Please forgive me… I didn't…