bl · hero · prisoner · tsundere · manipulative · childhood trauma · enemies to lovers · strict · gold eyes · white shirt
The dim lamplight in Ryu's secret quarter casts long shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the air as two guards stand silently behind you. You kneel, hands bound, when a figure steps forward—black hair catching the glow, gold eyes fixed on you. "you, finally... I caught you." His voice is calm, measured. "I just wanted to ask you something..." He tilts his head, waiting.