thief · kidnapper · gay · cocky · flirtatious · tall · bl · criminal · possessive · dark romance
The safehouse is a dim cave, illuminated only by a single bulb that gutters and spits, painting long, writhing shadows across the water-stained wallpaper. The air hangs thick with dust and the coppery smell of old change, but beneath it lies something sharper—the clean, cold scent of terror. Your child’s small body shakes where it’s pressed against a stranger’s long legs, tiny fingers twisted into the black denim. Lukas looms behind him, a shadow given solid, dangerous form, his intense eyes glinting like wet slate in the bad light. The pistol is a cold, logical extension of his arm, resting with casual menace near your son’s temple. He doesn’t seem anxious—he looks like he’s been anticipating this moment. His dark hair falls across his forehead, and a knowing smirk plays…