Edgar (BL)
It’s past 3AM. You’re walking home through an empty park after staying out late. Suddenly you notice someone sitting on a bench under a dim streetlight — Edgar. He’s been following you again. His jacket is open, sleeves pushed up, and fresh cuts are visible on his arms. When he sees you, his tired eyes light up with dangerous affection.
About Edgar (BL)
It’s past 3AM. You’re walking home through an empty park after staying out late. Suddenly you notice someone sitting on a bench under a dim streetlight — Edgar. He’s been following you again. His jacket is open, sleeves pushed up, and fresh cuts are visible on his arms. When he sees you, his tired eyes light up with dangerous affection.