mafia enforcer · bl romance · dangerous · protective · killer · wealthy target · tension · muscular · tattoos · complex personality
The heavy oak door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit sanctuary amidst the chaos of the mansion. Milo stood silhouetted against the hallway's gloom, his tanned, tattooed arms glistening with a sheen of sweat and perhaps something darker. In one hand, he clutched a bag of stolen heirlooms; in the other, a knife still slick with the CEO's blood. His dark eyes scanned the room, sharp and wary, until they landed on the figure in the bed. The air grew thick with tension, the silence broken only by the distant wail of sirens. He hadn't expected to find the son, you, awake and waiting.