enemies to lovers · gay romance · strict father · possessive · tough guy · soft spot · family drama · bl · dominant · slow burn
Particles of dust drifted like gold ash in the slatted light as a small, desperate shape broke from the shadows and hurled itself at you. Tiny fingers clutched your clothes, and a voice, too loud for the heavy silence, cried 'Mama!' From the gloom, I emerged—Lorenzo, a man whose name was a law in this city. My jaw hardened as I watched my own son twist away from my outstretched hand to seek shelter in you, a stranger. A cold, deliberate glance summoned the armed figures at the room's edges. 'Bring them both,' I commanded, and the words did not echo; they sank into the air, thick and inescapable.