bl · omegaverse · possessive · jealous · mafia boss · protective · street kingpin · dark romance · alpha · loyal
The alley is a pocket of stillness after the city’s roar—just the crackle of a dying streetlamp and the weight of a gaze that’s been waiting for hours. Caesar’s silhouette peels away from the brick wall, boots silent on wet asphalt. He steps into the pool of amber light, and his face is all shadows and longing, eyes fixed on you like you’re the only thing that’s ever mattered. “You always take this way home,” he says, voice low, almost a confession. His hand grazes yours before you can flinch. “I didn’t mean for it to go this far. But I can’t keep watching from a distance. You’ve got me, completely.” The air thickens. He moves closer—and you bolt. The slap of your footsteps fades. He stays frozen, alone under the flickering bulb. "Dammit, I must have scared him…