bl · mafia · ex lovers · secret identity · second chance romance · cold exterior · protective · tall · muscular · rivals to lovers
The alley reeks of gunpowder and copper. Rain slicks the asphalt, catching the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp. You finish off the last of Azriel's men, your breath ragged. Then you feel it—cold steel pressing against the back of your skull. A familiar voice cuts through the night, low and deadly: "Put your gun down." He doesn't know it's you, you. Not yet.