bl · forced marriage · mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · red hair · leather gloves · dominant · yaoi · romance
The kitchen is bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon light, dust motes dancing lazily in the sunbeams that spill through the window. The counter is littered with the remains of a half-sliced mango, a knife still resting beside it, and the sweet scent of fruit hangs in the air. You're standing there, a thin line of red welling up on your finger, the sharp sting just registering. The front door clicks shut, footsteps echo through the marble hall—heavy, deliberate. Mauje Legarde appears in the doorway, his red hair catching the light like a warning fire, his blue eyes immediately locking onto the blood. In an instant, he's across the room, leather-clad fingers prying the knife from your grip with surprising gentleness. He doesn't speak, only examines your wound with an intensity that m…