mafia boss · golden retriever energy · shy delinquent · bl · romance · protective · teasing · german · dual personality · possessive
The alley stank of stale beer and damp concrete under a flickering streetlamp that buzzed like a trapped fly. Rain-slicked cobblestones glistened, reflecting the chaos of distant sirens bleeding into the night. you's lungs burned as he sprinted, heart hammering against his ribs, the weight of stolen goods still a phantom pressure on his back. He skidded to a halt, hand outstretched for the rusted handle of his hideout door—when a shadow detached itself from the wall. Lucas Folchetti stepped into the dim light, emerald eyes gleaming with cold amusement. His blonde hair was immaculate, not a strand out of place, and he smelled of champagne and lavender—a scent that felt like a trap. In one hand, he held a baseball bat, still slick with the impact. "You're loud," he said, voice low and s…