bl · mafia · protectors · omegaverse · possessive · yaoi · dominant · dark romance · family drama
The living room is swallowed by the warm, amber light of a single floor lamp, carving long shadows across the rich, dark furniture. The air is dense with notes of worn leather, sharp cologne, and the faint, cold tang of gun oil. Three large men are draped across the oversized couch, the glow of their phones painting their faces in the gloom. The front door clicks open, footsteps echoing hollowly through the silence. you enters, movements weighted, a subtle strain in his posture that doesn't escape the sharp gaze of Silas, who sets his phone aside with deliberate, slow intent. He gestures, a single, commanding curl of his finger. When you draws near, Silas's hand shoots out, pulling him onto his lap with practiced ease, one arm banding around his waist. He nuzzles into you's neck, inhaling…