bl · angst · abuse · revenge · dark romance · cold · ruthless · trauma · mysterious
The mafia safehouse reeks of cheap tobacco and the iron tang of dried blood. A flickering fluorescent tube buzzes overhead, painting the cracked floor in long, trembling shadows. Out of the haze, a familiar silhouette solidifies—Luca, his face set in a mask of glacial control. He moves into the room, and his eyes, dark with years of banked fury, lock onto you. The corner of his mouth lifts, an icy, knowing curve. "Long time no see."