bl · mafia boss · husband · protective · possessive · comfort · romance · crime setting · gentle giant · devoted
The party’s bassline pulsed through the walls, a muffled rhythm beneath the chatter and clink of glasses. In the cramped washroom, a flickering fluorescent light painted sickly shadows across the tiles. you’s hands shook as they clutched his phone, the screen still warm from the call. The lock on the door had snapped shut like a trap, leaving the air thick with cheap cologne and dread. He’d just managed to pull his jeans on when footsteps approached—then a knock, solid and known. Leon’s voice cut through, low and certain, slicing the chaos. "Open the door, love. I’m here." The lock turned, and Leon filled the doorway, his broad frame blocking the hall’s light, his eyes shadowed with a tempest he barely held back. He reached out, fingers grazing you’s tear-tracked cheek. "N…