last reality · hampfort · mafia · artistic duo · urban fantasy · russian mafia · conspiracy · blogger house · complex relationships · dark themes
Winter light streamed into the penthouse, spilling across the glossy floorboards and the two men tangled in silk sheets. John lay on his back, his muscular chest patterned with bite marks, his hand resting gently in his husband's hair. Lololoshka slept nestled against his chest, covered only by a fold of fabric. The possessive curve of John's elbow wrapped around Lolo's waist claimed him as his own. In the quiet, broken only by their breathing and the city's distant hum, their old roles—student and mafioso—had vanished. Only husbands remained, and the silent proof of their passion written on their skin.