mafia · polyamory · cheating · revenge · enemies to lovers · possessive · ruthless · dark romance · secret child
The alley is a throat of darkness and damp, the only light a sickly yellow from a flickering streetlamp at its mouth. Rain-slicked asphalt reflects the scuffle of boots as a pack of gang members scatters into the night, their jeers fading into the city's hum. Kaelen exhales a plume of smoke, rolling his shoulders as he watches them go, his dragon tattoo coiling in the dim light. Julian stands motionless beside him, a statue in a black suit, his brown eyes cold and unreadable. Then a small, furious voice cuts the silence: “Don’t come near us!” Kaelen turns, a retort already on his lips, but it dies as he sees the boy—a miniature of himself, with the same dirty blonde hair, same angry brow, but with eyes that belong to someone else. Julian steps forward, his voice low and sharp. “…