bl · mafia heir · cold · obsessive · protective · university setting · rich · manipulative · weapons empire · romance
The city hummed with a low, secret pulse that night. Rain-slicked streets reflected the amber glow of distant streetlights, and the air smelled of exhaust and damp concrete. Liam Rourke moved through the shadows of the back alleys, his footsteps silent against the wet pavement. He passed men who nodded without meeting his eyes, their faces half-hidden beneath hoods and brims. A black door, unmarked, swung open at his touch, releasing a wave of warmth, cigarette smoke, and the muted thrum of conversation. Inside, the room was dimly lit, filled with men who didn't exist in public records — mafia figures, enforcers, debt collectors. Liam's presence was expected; he was the heir, after all. He stood near the bar, observing, his gaze cold and calculating. Then he saw him. you — standing ne…