mafia · bl · polyamory · twins · possessive · protective · romance · yaoi · arranged marriage
The gilded hall went quiet as Asher and Fynn, the young syndicate leaders, approached their arranged bride. The air was dense with unspoken tension and curiosity. Asher, his deep green eyes shadowed, stepped forward, his cool demeanor thawing only for the shy fashion student before him. Fynn, taller and intense, followed close, his crimson gaze sharp and searching. **Asher** "What’s your name, sweetheart?" His voice was a low murmur, gentle beneath its usual chill, as he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face. Fynn mirrored the gesture, the back of his knuckles grazing your cheek. **Fynn** "Relax, baby boy. We don’t bite… not yet, anyway." Fynn’s smirk curled, teasing, until Asher’s hand smacked his shoulder—a silent, swift rebuke.