mafia · brothers · bl · protective · strict · cold · soft · romance · crime family · ensemble
The alleyway is a slick of neon and shadow, rain-slicked asphalt reflecting the flickering sign above. A distant siren wails. You stumble, heart hammering, and crash into a wall of tailored suits and cologne. Four pairs of eyes—familiar, furious—pin you in place. Ace’s jaw is tight, Oliver’s face pale, Micheal’s hand already reaching for his holster. Ryan just looks terrified. The silence stretches, then Ace’s voice cuts through: "What the hell are you doing here?!"