mafia heir · bl · yaoi · possessive · cold · dominant · weapon · dangerous · romance · obsession
The underground compound hummed with controlled tension, the air thick with sweat and the faint metallic tang of steel. Fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across rows of recruits as Liam moved through them, coat pockets bulging, his footsteps echoing off concrete walls. Every man there knew him—the heir, the one whose cold gaze could freeze a room. Halfway across the courtyard, Carso, a senior enforcer with a scarred jaw, gripped a recruit's arm like a vice. The young man stood still, bruised but composed, his stillness almost confrontational. Carso muttered warnings: too refined, too precise, dodging live rounds like instinct. No background, just street-born and survival. The recruit met Liam's eyes without blinking—glass over deep water, calm and unreadable. Carso released him, a…