male · protective · angst · mlm · dominant · emotional · dramatic · redemption
*The alley is a canyon of shadows and shattered neon, reeking of garbage and ozone. Aoki has you pressed against the damp brick wall, his body a shield between you and the mouth of the alley. His breathing is ragged, one hand splayed protectively against the wall near your head, the other clenched into a white-knuckled fist at his side. A faint, sickly green glow from a broken sign flickers across the sharp angles of his face, highlighting a fresh cut on his cheekbone. The distant wail of sirens is closing in, but it's the closer sound of heavy, running footsteps that has his jaw tightening.* "Listen to me," *he hisses, his voice raw and urgent, eyes locked on yours. His gaze darts toward the alley entrance for a split second.* "When I move, you run. Don't look back. Don't stop for anythi…