HE Is Too GREEN for the World
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The rain had been falling since dusk, turning the streets into slick ribbons of shadow and light.
Sixteen-year-old boy kept his head down as he walked, the hood of his worn jacket pulled low. His hands were stuffed into his pockets, clutching the small loaf of bread he’d gone out to buy. He had no umbrella, but the rain didn’t bother him much. What bothered him was the feeling—sharp and sudden—that someone was watching.
He glanced over his shoulder.
Nothing.
baby Elian
“Paranoid,” he muttered, quickening his pace.
A muffled grunt. The heavy thud of flesh meeting brick. And again—sharper this time—the metallic scrape of a knife sliding from its sheath.
he froze at the mouth of an alley. The yellow streetlight above flickered, casting erratic shadows on the wet walls.
Tall. Broad-shouldered. Drenched in rain and blood, his coat hanging loose, his knuckles raw. Around him lay two men groaning, one clutching a shattered arm, the other a jaw hanging at an unnatural angle. A third man lunged at him with a blade—only to have it knocked from his hand in one fluid, brutal motion.
baby Elian
his breath caught. The man wasn’t just fighting—he was dismantling them, piece by piece.
baby Elian
Then the man’s head turned, and for an instant, the boy saw his eyes.
Cold. Steel-grey. The kind of eyes you
baby Elian
Nope. No way. This wasn’t his business.
baby Elian
he took a step back—
And his sneaker landed in a puddle.
The sound cracked the tense silence.
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One of the half-conscious men spotted him. “There! The brat—”
baby Elian
Before Elian could move, the stranger stepped forward like a shadow come alive, grabbed the thug by the collar, and slammed him into the wall. The man didn’t move again.
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Now those steel-grey eyes were on Rafael.
baby Elian
He felt pinned in place. His instincts screamed to run, but his body wouldn’t obey. The stranger stalked toward him, each step deliberate, the rain dripping from his jawline, the faint heat of his dominance rolling through the air.
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Enigma
A dangerous one.
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But underneath that crushing dominance… there was something else. The man’s nostrils flared slightly. A flicker of recognition crossed his face—quick, almost imperceptible.
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“You shouldn’t be here,” the man said, voice low and rough, almost a growl.
baby Elian
“I… I was just passing—” Elian started, but stopped when he saw the gash on the man’s side, blood soaking into his dark shirt.
baby Elian
“You’re hurt,” Rafael blurted out before he could stop himself.
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The man tilted his head, surprised. He was used to fear, to people backing away—not stepping closer.
baby Elian
Without thinking, Rafael pulled out the small white handkerchief he always kept folded in his pocket. A stitched E decorated the corner—his only possession from his late mother.
baby Elian
“Here,” he muttered, pressing it into the man’s hand. “You need this more than I do.”
Their fingers brushed.
Warm. Calloused.
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The man looked at him as if committing every detail to memory.
baby Elian
And then… Elian turned and ran.
No name, no explanation, just the sound of hurried footsteps splashing through shallow puddles.
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The man stood frozen, handkerchief clenched in his fist, as if that small scrap of cloth had suddenly become the most valuable thing in his world.
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He lifted it to his face, breathing in the faint scent of rain and something softer — something that made the chaos around him fade to nothing.
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His lips curved into the smallest, most dangerous smile.
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“I’ll find you,” he murmured to the empty street.
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“Even if it takes me years… I’ll make you mine.”
just to tell you that even elian was showing he is not scared but deep inside he was trembling and scared so he didn't pay much attention to the man facial features... so he Don't remember him
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Smoke and shadows
It's been 7 years from that incident
[Location: Abandoned luxury hotel, now a mafia negotiation ground. Midnight. Rain outside. The smell of gunpowder and cigars hangs in the air.]
(The double doors creak open. Enigma enters — tall, sharp, wrapped in black. His presence pulls silence into the room. Every man at the table freezes. His reputation walks ahead of him.)
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(whispering to Reyan): That’s him… The Enigma.
Reyan Aster /TBA
(cold smile, hiding nerves): Took you long enough.
Lucien Rhys /E
(voice smooth, but sharp as glass):
Power doesn’t wait.
It arrives when it chooses.
(They sit opposite each other. The long table between them feels like a battlefield. Papers slide across. Money. Routes. Promises dressed as lies.)
Reyan Aster /TBA
You’re trespassing in my territory. I don’t care who whispers your name in fear — here, it’s meaningless.
Lucien Rhys /E
(chuckling darkly) Fear is never meaningless. It keeps people alive.
(The tension tightens. A gun clicks somewhere in the corner. Then — Lucien’s gaze lowers. Something glints from the Reyan’s pocket. A folded handkerchief. Embroidered edge. Soft white against the black suit.)
(The world slows. His eyes sharpen.)
Lucien Rhys /E
(low, almost to himself): …That.
Reyan Aster /TBA
(raising a brow): Hm?
Lucien Rhys /E
(pointing with deadly calm): Where did you get that handkerchief?
Reyan Aster /TBA
(Reyanl ooks down, then casually pulls it out, smoothing the fabric with his thumb. He smirks.)
Reyan Aster /TBA
This? My little baby gave it to me years ago. Said it was… good luck.
Lucien Rhys /E
(cold smirk, hiding the storm inside):
Lucky, hm? Let’s see if it keeps you breathing through this deal.
Reyan Aster /TBA
(mocking): Careful. Maybe it’ll turn your fate instead.
(The silence breaks as papers are exchanged. The air is a chessboard of threats.)
Reyan Aster /TBA
(sliding documents forward):
Routes. Shipments. Contacts.
You wanted access to the Eastern ports — this is your chance.
Lucien Rhys /E
(glancing down, unreadable):
You’re generous… almost desperate.
Makes me wonder if you’ve already lost ground.
(A subtle twitch of irritation flashes across the Reyan’s face, but he keeps his smile razor-sharp.)
Reyan Aster /TBA
And you — hiding behind smoke and rumors.
Do you even exist outside your shadows?
Lucien Rhys /E
(smirking):
Existence is overrated.
Power is what matters.
(A gun clicks again in the corner. Two guards exchange sharp looks. The atmosphere is a taut wire — one wrong word could snap it into bloodshed.)
Lucien Rhys /E
(Lucien leans back in his chair, voice low, deliberate.)
Lucien Rhys /E
Still… that handkerchief of yours.
It’s not… your style.
Reyan Aster /TBA
(snorts, pulling it halfway from his pocket):
Maybe not. But I don’t throw away gifts. My baby was a child when he gave it.
He insisted it would protect me — even from devils.
Lucien Rhys /E
(mocking):
From devils?
How quaint.
Tell me… has it worked so far?
Reyan Aster /TBA
(smirking, leaning closer):
I’m still alive, aren’t I?
(The tension bursts as laughter echoes around the table — cold, dangerous laughter. Lucien’s men rest their hands on their weapons. Reyan’s men mirror them. The air is war.)
Lucien Rhys /E
(suddenly cold, commanding):
Enough games.
You want an alliance. I want obedience.
Decide which it will be — before this night ends in blood.
Reyan Aster /TBA
(Reyan narrows his eyes, leaning back. For now, he signs the agreement, but his smirk says he’s not defeated — not yet.)
Lucien Rhys /E
(As the meeting closes, Enigma stands. His coat shifts like black fire. His eyes flick once more to the handkerchief. His voice lowers — a murmur meant only for himself.)
Lucien Rhys /E
(to himself, almost unheard):
Seven years…
Lucien Rhys /E
(He turns, leaving the room. Thunder growls as he steps into the night. His men fall in behind him.)
Lucien Rhys /E
(to his right-hand man, in shadows):
…Find the younger brother.
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(The man stiffens, nodding quickly. No explanation given. None needed.)
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younger brother
A dimly lit underground club, smoke curling in the air. People whisper in hushed tones — not about Enigma, but about the one who just arrived.
guard 1
(leaning toward another, whispering) “That’s him. The Shadow. The younger twin.”
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(nervous) “But… isn’t he supposed to be dead? I heard he vanished years ago.”
[A man steps into the light — resembling Enigma, but his aura is different. Where Enigma is ice, the twin is fire. He smiles dangerously, like someone who enjoys chaos.]
Lucas Rhys/E
(to the bartender, voice low and mocking) “Seven years and nothing changes. The same smoke, the same fear.”
bartender
(swallowing hard) “Wh-what brings you back here?”
Lucas Rhys/E
(smirking, tracing a finger on the counter) “My brother is moving pieces on the board. Time for me to play my part too.”
(The crowd stiffens. Whispers rise. The mafia world always feared one Enigma… but two?)
guard 1
(whispering again) “If both twins are here… someone’s empire will burn.”
A grand mansion, midnight.
Lucas enters silently. Lucien is seated in the dark, sipping wine. Only the faint glow of a single lamp lights his sharp profile.
Lucas Rhys/E
(mocking, tossing his jacket carelessly on the sofa) “So, big brother, still pretending to be the saint of shadows?”
Lucien Rhys /E
(without looking at him) “And you, still pretending not to crave blood?”
Lucas Rhys/E
Smirks, leans forward) “We play different roles for the world. But you know better than anyone—I’d never touch what’s yours.”
Lucien Rhys /E
Finally turns his gaze to him, sharp but softened by familiarity) “And I’d never betray you. Not inside these walls.”
(The atmosphere shifts. For outsiders, they are rivals, dangerous Enigmas who might tear each other apart. But inside their home, their bond is unshakable.)
Lucas Rhys/E
(pouring himself a drink, his tone turning sly) “Then tell me—did you find the boy you’ve asked your men to find?”
Lucien Rhys /E
(a faint smile, unreadable) “You’ll know when it’s time.”
Lucas Rhys/E
“Ah… so it’s not business, is it? It’s personal.”
Lucas Rhys/E
remember right ?
Lucas Rhys/E
You stirred up the city again, didn’t you?
Lucien Rhys /E
…Don’t start.
Lucas Rhys/E
They call you “Ghost” but all I see is my idiot brother playing king.
[Tension crackles. Servants lower their eyes and scatter, not daring to stay in the same room.]
Lucien Rhys /E
(coldly) You speak too freely outside these walls. Careful, Lucien.
Lucas Rhys/E
(steps closer, mocking whisper) And you play too carefully inside them. Don’t worry, I won’t shatter your mask. Not yet.
Lucien Rhys /E
(low voice, almost softer) You’re the only one allowed to insult me.
Lucas Rhys/E
(grins faintly) Hn. And you’re the only one I’d bleed for. Don’t forget that.
[They sit in silence for a moment. Lucien pours himself a drink, then eyes his brother.]
Lucas Rhys/E
Hmph. The city thinks we hate each other.
Lucien Rhys /E
(quietly) And we’ll let them think that. Safer that way.
Lucas Rhys/E
(clinks his glass against lucien’s) To enemies in public, brothers in blood.
Lucien Rhys /E
…Enemies in public. Brothers in blood.
[The fire crackles. Both drink in silence. Outside, thunder rumbles — a storm is coming.]
The mansion was alive with music and laughter, chandeliers casting golden light across the hall. But for Elian, it all felt heavy, like a mask he was forced to wear. His eyes lingered on the swirling crowd only for a second before he lowered them, shifting uncomfortably.
Reyan Aster /TBA
[Reyan notices immediately, leaning toward him]
Reyan Aster /TBA
“Don’t frown so much, El. You’ll wrinkle before your time.”
Elian Aster/ A/[mc]
[Elian lets out a quiet scoff, voice low so no one else can hear]
Elian Aster/ A/[mc]
“Easy for you to say. You were made for this world. I wasn’t.”
Reyan Aster /TBA
[Reyan turns slightly, shielding his younger brother from prying eyes, his tone soft but steady]
Reyan Aster /TBA
“You were made for more than this world, El. You just don’t see it yet.”
Elian Aster/ A/[mc]
Elian swallows, the warmth of Reyan’s words striking a fragile place in him. He fiddles with his sleeve nervously.
Elian Aster/ A/[mc]
[Elian, barely audible] “Sometimes I feel like… I’m just a burden.”
Reyan Aster /TBA
Reyan’s hand is on his shoulder instantly, firm, grounding. His protective edge sharpens, but his voice carries only patience for his brother.
Reyan Aster /TBA
[Reyan, intense but gentle] “Don’t ever say that again. Do you hear me, Elian?”
Elian Aster/ A/[mc]
Elian looks up at him, startled by the seriousness in his tone. Reyan leans closer, his eyes unwavering.
Reyan Aster /TBA
“You’re not a burden. You’re my brother. My responsibility. My blood. If the world comes for you, they’ll find me standing in the way first.”
Elian Aster/ A/[mc]
Elian’s throat tightens, words caught between gratitude and guilt. He forces a small smile instead.
Elian Aster/ A/[mc]
“You sound like you’re about to fight the whole world for me.”
Reyan Aster /TBA
“Then let the world prepare.”
The weight in Elian’s chest eases, just a little. He leans closer without realizing, comforted by the presence that had always been his shield. Reyan doesn’t move away — instead, he lets the silence speak for him, standing guard in the chaos of the glittering hall.
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