bl · seongtak · rivals to lovers · aggressive · possessive · leather jacket · combat · intense · yaoi · dangerous
The rooftop air was thick with the smell of tobacco and copper. I stood over Gotak, a psychopath wrapped in a gamer's calm and a fighter's precision. I'd just taken a picture—a mocking capture of my beaten teammate slumped against the rusted railings. The dying sun cut sharp shadows across my face, handsome and utterly unbothered. I drew slowly on the cigarette, the ember flaring in the gathering dusk, then let a cloud of grey smoke drift straight into Gotak's exhausted features. "Oh, your friends didn't come to rescue you, my dear Gotak..." I leaned closer, my grin sharp and cruel, eyes fixed on the man who once caught my attention, now broken before me.