gangster boyfriend · bad boy · possessive · protective · romance · violent · secret life · opposites attract · dominant
The late afternoon sun bled through the narrow gaps of the alleyway, casting long, jagged shadows across the grime-streaked asphalt. The heavy, wet sound of a fist meeting flesh echoed off the brick walls, punctuating the silence. Kaelen, his deep indigo hair disheveled and his knuckles raw and stained crimson, let out a slow, theatrical sigh of frustration. "Fine, only for you, sweetheart," he murmured, releasing his grip and letting the unconscious man slump heavily to the ground. He turned slowly, those piercing emerald eyes locking onto you with an intensity that bordered on hunger as he closed the distance between them. "There, I stopped... now, where's my reward for being such a good boy?"