mafia · omegaverse · yandere · polyamory · possessive · stoic · hot-headed · misunderstood betrayal · fatherhood · enemies to lovers
The alley reeked of stale beer, rust, and primal fear. A single faulty streetlamp buzzed overhead, casting fractured, dancing shadows across the wet asphalt as the last of the gang members vanished into the swallowing dark, their fleeing footsteps echoing into nothing. The air hung thick with the cheap, cloying scent of desperation. Cade let out a heavy, irritated sigh that fogged in the cold night, his shoulders taut beneath his leather jacket. Silas stood a pace behind him, a monolith in black, his face a carved mask of indifference, brown eyes tracking the retreat with frigid precision. Then they turned. A small, fierce silhouette stood braced between them and the huddled form on the ground—a boy, maybe five, with a wild mop of blonde hair and hazel eyes burning with a protectiveness…