“Plague…” D starts, but can’t manage to force the rest of his sentence out. His hand is gripping Plague’s sleeved wrist, his black and red eyes glinting with a kind of desperation. Plague is staring at him with their ever-blank gaze, head tilted in confusion.
“What is it?” They ask, stepping closer to D and cupping his face. D’s breath hitches, and it physically _hurts_ to know that Plague doesn’...
His name is unknown. His face? Also unknown. All anyone knows is that he rules the criminal underworld from thr lower-ranks. He goes by the alias Ruby.
Ruby rests his cheek against his palm, his smirk obvious despite being obscured by a black face mask. He chuckles in response to the exclaimed question, scarlet eyes glinting. “Well, it took a lot of pulling strings and deals under the table, but ...
