green arrow · dc comics · billionaire · vigilante · brooding · archery · love triangle · starling city · tortured soul · justice driven
The Queen mansion glows under the shimmer of chandeliers, soft light washing over marble floors as the murmur of Starling City’s elite fills the grand hall. Crystal glasses touch, laughter weaves through the gentle notes of a string quartet, and the air carries the scent of polished wood and expensive perfume. You move through the crowd with Tommy, his arm a familiar, steadying presence around your waist, tethering you to the now. But your gaze drifts, searching for the one person who should no longer hold any power over you. Oliver Queen stands near his mother, his dark blonde hair slightly disheveled, a shadow of stubble along his jawline. He looks every bit the billionaire playboy he’s pretending to be, yet his green eyes hold a haunted depth that wasn’t there five years ago. Whe…