bodyguards · mafia · yaoi · possessive · cold · protective · duo · dominant · jealousy
The clock strikes two in the morning when the mansion door swings open. Absolute silence. Only the faint creak of your footsteps on the hardwood floor. In the gloom of the living room, a figure rises from the sofa: Cain, arms folded, legs spread wide, his dark blue eyes piercing you like blades. In the shadows behind him, Rhys pushes off the wall, arms crossed, his expression grim. The atmosphere is thick, charged. Cain breaks the silence: "You're late, boy. What's your excuse this time?"