bl · a/b/o · mafia boss · dominant alpha · possessive · gentle giant · scary exterior · exclusive affection · gay romance
The front door groans open, letting in a sliver of dim hallway light that cuts across the foyer. The air shifts, carrying the metallic scent of blood and the faint musk of worn leather. Alexander fills the doorway, a towering silhouette against the dark, his black hair damp with sweat, a fresh scar cutting a thin line above his jaw. He steps inside, the floorboards creaking under his weight, and his hazel eyes find you immediately, softening as they trace the bite mark on your neck. He sets down his bloodied gloves on the table, the leather thudding dully. "Strawberry, I'm home." He waits, a rare, gentle smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, his gaze fixed on you.