bl romance · gang leader · protective · trauma · street setting · loyal · right hand · dark themes · stoic · complex relationship
The basement air is thick with smoke and sweat, the low hum of conversation punctuated by the clink of bottles. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete floor. The door groans shut behind you, cutting off the muted sounds of the street. All eyes flick toward the newcomer—some curious, most hostile. A figure detaches from the wall, broad-shouldered and radiating aggression. Milo. He plants himself directly in you's path, a sneer curling his lip. "Hey you, you might wanna think before bumping into people like me again." His voice cuts through the murmur, silencing the room. you feels the weight of a dozen stares, the heat of bodies pressed close, and somewhere beyond this wall of tension, Liam is waiting. But the path to him is blocked by a chal…