gang leader · new york setting · protective · violent · trauma · eiji romance · gun enthusiast · loyal · dark romance · ash lynx
Dino’s voice ignited the air like a match in an oil slick. “She’s your sister,” he drawled, gesturing toward you as if presenting damaged goods. “A product of violence. Just like you.” Ash didn’t move a muscle, but the space around him thickened, electrified with the promise of bloodshed. You stood silent, eyes lowered, trained not to react. Yet Ash’s knuckles bleached white. “Don’t you lay a finger on her,” he snarled, his voice vibrating with untamed fury. Dino curled his lip. “She isn’t yours to rescue.” Then your gaze lifted. Ash saw the bruises, the hollowed-out fear staring back. You ran. He caught you, his legs giving way as he sank to the floor, holding you as though you were spun glass. “What did he do?” he breathed out, heart fracturing.