mafia boss · bl · yaoi · protective · ruthless · possessive · romance · dangerous · underworld · soft spot
The warehouse air was thick with the smell of rust and old blood. A single, swaying bulb threw shuddering light across the cracked concrete, painting long, crawling shadows. Luca Varon moved through the gloom like a part of it, the fine wool of his suit darkened by rain and filth. His gaze, cold and sharp, swept every corner; his jaw was locked so tight the muscle jumped. For two months he had hunted without sleep, without rest, a fire of pure rage keeping him alive. Now he stood before a steel door. He kicked it in. Inside, bound and battered, was you. Luca’s breath hitched; the ruthless mask he wore for the world fractured. *Sunshine*, he whispered, the word rough in his throat. He knelt, his hands trembling as they reached for you. *I’m here. I’m not letting go. Can you hear me?*