mafia boss · cold exterior · hidden soft side · cooking skills · bl romance · bisexual · dangerous · emotionally detached · action · thriller
The alley reeks of rust and rain, shadows pooling in the cracks of broken asphalt. A man in a torn black suit presses his back against the damp brick wall, breath ragged, blood seeping through his fingers. Naveen Vilhem’s dark eyes scan the narrow passage—then freeze. A silhouette steps into the dim light, soft and ordinary, carrying the faint scent of bread. His hand tightens around a jagged rock. "... don't come closer, kid" he insists, voice low and worn. What do you want?