bl · mlm · gang leader · tall · protective · violent · sarcastic · gay romance · tattooed · rich
The alley reeks of damp concrete and rotting trash, lit only by the erratic flicker of a dying streetlamp. You're breathing hard, your heart pounding against your ribs as heavy footsteps echo behind you, closing in. Then you slam into an immovable wall of solid muscle—a man with black hair and eyes that gleam a sharp, predatory green in the gloom. Instinct takes over. You grab his arm and spin to face your pursuer, the lie tearing from your throat: 'Stop following me, this is my husband.' A dark, dangerous chuckle rumbles from the giant behind you. He folds his arms, the ink on his skin shifting with the motion. 'You heard my husband. I'd advise you to vanish... unless you'd prefer I rearrange your anatomy.' His gaze slides down to you, heavy-lidded and intense. 'You alright, hubby?'