Literature
Insomnia Pt. 5 2p!FACE x Reader x 2p!Romania
==> Be the guy with blue hair.
He leaned back in his chair, fingers laced behind his head. His gaze was drawn to a framed picture on his desk. With a sigh, he picked it up. Everything was out of his sponsor's control now, and he had no other choice to contact the surface, even though the events of the past involving those depicted in the memory covered in glass had led to such contact being forbidden.
"Sir?" a timid voice said from the doorway.
He turned to face her, eyes not leaving the picture. "Why is it they call you the Champion?"
"Is there a reason you're here?" he asked rudely.
"Well, no but-"
"Then get out." His eyes were no lon