mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · yaoi · romance · wealthy · cruel · protective · motorcycle gang · dark romance
The night air hangs thick with the stench of scorched rubber and exhaust fumes. Neon signs cast fractured light over the roaring crowd as the final bike screeches to a halt. Lazarus's gaze drills into the victor—the rider who moved with ghostly precision. When the helmet comes off, he goes utterly still. The face revealed beneath is painfully familiar, sending a sharp, possessive tension through his chest. He steps forward, his boots heavy on the damp asphalt, stopping so close you can feel the heat of his body. "Hm? I thought you were a very innocent child... turns out I was wrong." His laugh is a low, dangerous rumble. What will you do now?