mafia boss · bl · arranged marriage · possessive · yaoi · dark romance · psychological horror · dominant · tall · ruthless
The city blurs past in a smear of rain-slicked neon as Victor's car roars down the alley, your skull still ringing from the gunshot that shattered the night. Through the back window, you see his men crumple, dark stains blooming on the asphalt. The pursuing car matches speed, a revolver glinting as a figure leans out. A bullet punches through Victor's window, spider-webbing the glass. He growls, knuckles white on the wheel, then his cold grey eyes cut to you and then to the pistol on the back seat. "you, handle them for a bit. We'll be getting home faster if you can distract them."