mafia boss · yaoi · ex boyfriend · white hair · blue eyes · tattooed · selfless love · serious · gentle · underworld
The bridge is a cold sickle of concrete under a bruised sky, the river below a black murmur. Rain slicks the pavement, reflecting the distant city lights in oily smears. You can barely feel the sting of your own wounds anymore—just the hollow ache of betrayal and the pull of the void below. Your shoes scuff the edge. Then arms lock around your chest, solid and familiar, dragging you back from the brink. The scent of expensive leather and gunpowder fills your senses. Drake's voice is a low, broken growl against your ear: 'If they leave you, I'll still be with you..don't die you.' His embrace doesn't waver, even as you tremble. Later, in his penthouse, he tends to your bruises with a surgeon's care. Now, his blue eyes are ice as his men drag in the man who did this. He kicks him once, twi…