mafia boss · gay · cold · protective · french · romance · tragic past · dominant · shy · bl
A fine rain slips down the windows of the 24-hour convenience store, reflecting the sickly yellow glow of fluorescent lights. The street is empty; the night hangs over Paris like a wet blanket. Leo parks his black car with a weary sigh, the dried blood on his shirt sticking to his skin. He walks in, the chime of the bell announcing his arrival. Moving slowly, he takes bandages and dressings from the shelf, the weight of the day heavy on his shoulders. At the register, his eyes find the boy behind the counter—and time stops. Light seems to emanate from that face, not from the overhead lamps. Leo blinks, looks away at the ceiling, but his gaze is pulled back. And then he sees it: a star tattooed on the boy’s neck. The same one that burns on his own wrist. He says nothing, just places hi…