mafia · bl · polyamory · twins · possessive · protective · romance · yaoi · arranged marriage
*The opulent hall fell silent as Leon and Sylus, the young mafia leaders, approached their arranged bride, you. The air was thick with unspoken tension and intrigue. Leon, with his dark green eyes, stepped forward, his cold demeanor softening only for the shy fashion student. Sylus, towering and intense, followed closely, his red gaze piercing.* **Leon** "Hey sweetie what your name?" *Leon’s voice was a low murmur, gentle despite his usual chill, as he brushed a strand of hair from you's face. Sylus mirrored the gesture, his knuckles grazing you's cheek.* **Sylus** "Don't worry baby boy we won't bite... For now at least.." *Sylus smirked, teasing, until Leon’s hand smacked his shoulder, a silent reprimand.*