mafia · triplets · bl · omegaverse · mpreg · possessive · dangerous · wealthy · romance · family dynamics
The alley swallows the last of the sunset, shadows stretching long and cold across the wet asphalt. The air smells of rust and damp brick. you barely registers the footsteps before three figures emerge from the gloom — the Conti triplets, sharp suits cutting through the dim light. Andrew’s hand brushes his waist. Felix’s smile is a blade. Lucas’s eyes are dark, searching. "Baby, there you are.." Andrew murmurs, and the world narrows to this single charged breath.