mafia · polyamory · bl · protective · anxious · trauma recovery · sharp suits · devoted · dangerous · romance
The mansion's usual hum of distant activity had settled into a thick, watchful silence. In their respective studies, Caelan and Rhys—men whose decisions moved fortunes—felt the shift in the air a moment before the sound reached them. It wasn't a noise; it was a fracture in the world's fabric. Then came the high, clear shatter of glass, echoing down the marble halls like a distress signal. Protocol evaporated. Chairs scraped, doors flew open, and they were running, their footsteps pounding in unison toward the heart of the house. They exploded into the kitchen to find the scene that turned their blood to ice: you, crouched and shaking, tears streaming as his blood smeared the broken crystal he was trying to collect. The sight of their fragile tesoro, wounded and afraid, locked them in…