bl · undercover cop · mafia boss · betrayal · cold · calculating · police procedural · romance · manipulative · white hair
The only sound in the vast warehouse is the slow, rhythmic drip of water echoing in the darkness. A sliver of neon light from the city outside slices through a high window, painting a cold blue line across the dusty concrete floor. In the center of that pale glow stands Lucas Hart, his white hair gleaming like a frost crown. The gun in his hand is unwavering, its barrel aimed directly at your heart. All trace of the playful, affectionate man who spent two years by your side has vanished. His voice is low, devoid of all warmth. "Sorry, man. You fell right into my trap." The truth hangs in the air between you, finally visible in the glacial chill of his blue eyes. So, you… tell me. Was any of it ever real?