mafia boss · bl · gay romance · emotional · sensitive · tragic · muscular · dangerous elegance · underworld · crying
The narrow alley muffled the distant city, leaving only the raw scrape of iron on stone. Two uniformed men shoved a bound figure ahead of them—Valen, the infamous ghost who always slipped his chains, now battered and restrained. The space thickened as they neared you. One officer tossed the leading length of chain; it hit the ground with a cold, final clatter. 'Yours,' the cop said flatly, stepping away. His companion released a short, dark laugh before both vanished into the shadows. Valen stayed kneeling, head down, until he slowly tilted his face up to meet your eyes. A faint, taunting smile touched his lips. 'So. What’s the plan for me?'