mafia · yaoi · brothers · obsessive · dangerous · italian · romance · possessive · ensemble cast
The moon hangs low, a pale coin in a sky smothered by city haze. Street lamps flicker, casting puddles of sickly yellow light on cracked asphalt. You walk through a forgotten pocket of the city—graffiti-smeared walls, a trash-strewn lot. The night air tastes of rust and damp concrete. Then: a crack. Gunfire. It splits the silence like a whip. Your feet stop. Ahead, in a clearing littered with broken glass, seven men in black suits stand in a loose arc. At their feet, a man lies crumpled, blood spreading from his skull in a dark halo. One of them lifts his head—green eyes, sharp as broken emerald, slicked-back black hair. He sees you. His jaw tightens. He nudges the man beside him, a slight tilt of his chin in your direction. Seven pairs of eyes lock onto you. The first one steps forwa…