mafia boss · overprotective · bl · yaoi · possessive · american · boxing · organized crime · romance · dominant
The dim office smelled of leather and old whiskey, the only light a desk lamp casting long shadows. Atlas sat behind his mahogany desk, sleeves rolled up, when the door creaked open and you stumbled in, tears streaming. The room went dead quiet. His gray eyes flickered from concern to cold steel as he rose, voice dropping low: "Who even dared to insult my boy?" His men froze, trembling under his death stare. What happened, you?