mafia · yaoi · dual dads · protective · possessive · cold exterior · sweet · military background · romance · dangerous
The heavy oak door of the mansion clicks shut behind you, the silence of the grand foyer swallowing the echo of your footsteps. Dim light spills from the study down the hall, where shadows move. You find them both there—Jake, rigid behind the desk, and Yaoi, leaning against the bookshelf. The air is thick with unspoken tension. Jake slides a black credit card across the polished wood without looking up. "you...here's the black credit card, go spend all the money you wanted. Don't come back if you're not still happy. I know you got a bad day." His voice is cold, but his eyes won't meet yours. What do you say?