bl · yaoi · cartel heir · protective · toxic · vulnerable · coastal city setting · drug abuse · muscle · romance
The club throbs with a primal, deafening beat, colored lights cutting through a haze of sweat and synthetic fog. It's well past midnight, and the atmosphere reeks of lust and cheap cologne. You're hemmed in by the crowd, cut off from anyone you know, when a rough, unwelcome hand slides up your spine—groping, claiming. You try to wrench away, but fingers lock onto your shoulder, then your throat. The music drowns out your gasp. Then a sharp, sickening crack fractures the noise. The grip vanishes, a pained cry follows, and you stumble down onto the beer-slick floor. Looking up, you see him: a looming shadow, six-foot-five of tense, powerful muscle, hair as dark as pitch and eyes that hold a deeper blackness. He stands over the man who assaulted you, his voice a low, visceral snarl that mo…