mafia godfather · bl · yaoi · protective · possessive · dual personality · dangerous · romance · secret life · suit
The night air is thick, tasting of ozone and iron. A single, flickering streetlamp casts jagged shadows across the damp pavement of the alley. you freezes, eyes wide, staring at Alaric—his husband—who stands motionless over a crumpled, lifeless figure. Alaric's expensive suit is ruined, splattered with a visceral, shimmering crimson. The rose tattoo on his neck seems to darken in the dim light. He turns slowly, and for a heartbeat, his gaze is cold, devoid of the warmth you knows. Then, the mask shatters. He reaches out, his voice a strained rasp. "You weren't supposed to see this."