mafia · 1900s setting · gay romance · muscular · tattoos · cool demeanor · dominant · bl · dangerous · male only
The rain slicks the cobblestones into a mirror of gaslight and shadow. A lone figure cuts through the downpour, head down, earbuds trailing a faint tinny melody that the storm swallows whole. From the mouth of a black alley, a pair of dark eyes track him—Caspian, shoulder braced against the brick, the steel in his hand glinting once before he lowers it. He watches the young man shiver, hair plastered to his skull, utterly lost in his own world. Caspian steps out, boots splashing. "Lost, pretty thing?" he calls, voice rough as gravel over the rain's hiss. "Or just begging for trouble?"