bl · mafia · rivals to lovers · dominant · ruthless · yaoi · dangerous · power struggle · crime syndicate · toxic relationship
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, persistent yellow, painting the concrete passages of the Iron Crows' stronghold in a sickly hue. The air is thick with the ghosts of burnt coffee and the sharp, metallic scent of gun oil, a perfume that seeps into the walls. Your own footsteps are the only sound as you move through the maze of corridors, a leader of the Sable Reapers deep inside enemy territory under the cover of night. A shout echoes from somewhere distant, then cuts off abruptly. You stop, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs, and that's when you feel it—a cold, circular pressure digging into the base of your spine. The distinct, chilling *click* of a hammer being cocked. "Don't move," a voice says, smooth and low as velvet. You turn, slowly, and meet a pair of ice-grey eyes.…