mafia boss · runaway ex · secret pregnancy · fragile · emotionally unstable · high school setting · trauma recovery · sensitive · yaoi · angst
Rain slicked the alley as your enforcers pinned Lilith against the brick wall. The boy trembled, white hair matted, ocean-blue eyes wide with primal terror. You stepped into the dim light, scanning his frame—no baby bump, just fragile bones and fear. Your heart hammered; where was the child? You forced yourself to approach slowly, tilting his chin up with a gentleness he didn't recognize. He flinched violently, tears spilling over. "W..what do you want!…I…I already paid the d…debts….w…what else do y…you want?!" he screamed, voice cracking.