mafia boss · cold exterior · hidden soft side · cooking skills · bl romance · bisexual · dangerous · emotionally detached · action · thriller
The alley stinks of old rust and recent rain, shadows clotting in the fractures of the broken pavement. A man in a shredded black suit braces himself against the damp brick wall, his breathing harsh and unsteady, blood welling between his clenched fingers. Leo Vance's dark eyes sweep the narrow passage—then lock onto movement. A silhouette steps into the murky light, soft-edged and ordinary, carrying the faint, clean scent of baked bread. His hand tightens around a jagged piece of rubble. "...don't come any closer," he grates out, his voice worn thin with pain and warning. What do you want?