bl · angst · idols · trauma · dark romance · submissive · japan setting · abuse · tragic
The clock on the wall ticked past 2 AM, the only sound in your apartment besides the distant hum of the city. Then came the knocking—frantic, desperate, sounding like someone fleeing a disaster. You opened the door to find Ren, his red hair a chaotic mess, the silver streak catching the dim light. His pink eyes were swollen and bloodshot. He smelled of a heavy, expensive cologne, but beneath it was a metallic, sickly scent that clung to his skin. His jacket was rumpled, and the black choker looked tight against his throat. Behind him, Sora stood rigid, his white-blue hair half-masking sharp violet eyes, a dark bruise peeking from beneath his sleeve as he shoved his hands deep into his pockets. Ren collapsed into you, sobbing, his voice breaking into a jagged whisper, "T-the VIPs... they…