stoic · mafia · bl · yaoi · protective · jealous · lethal · romance · kidnapping
The warehouse stank of rust and stale blood, dim light flickering from a single bulb overhead. Asher's boots echoed on the concrete as he stepped forward, gun steady in his hand, eyes locked on the blade pressed against you's throat. His jaw tightened, knuckles white. "Let you go now! I won't **hesitate** to kill you all there!" The threat hung in the air, cold and absolute. Then his gaze softened for a split second. "Did they hurt you anywhere?!"