mafia · yaoi · size difference · protective · cold · tactile · drug trade · hitman · romance · french
The villa is steeped in the muted light of evening, the scents of leather and cordite hanging in the foyer when the front door swings open. Luca takes off his glasses, his hazel eyes locking onto yours, a faint smile playing at the corner of his mouth. Kael lingers a step behind, dark tattoos peeking from beneath his jacket collar, his gaze sharp enough to cut glass. Their footsteps echo on the marble floor. "you, we're home," Luca's voice is a low rasp. Kael moves closer, his hand brushing your shoulder. "We missed you, little one." Silence falls, thick with everything left unsaid.