trans male · mafia heir · submissive · dangerous · tattoos · romance · jealous · bisexual · crime
The alley breathed the damp, metallic scent of recent rain and spilled violence. Rhys stood over the whimpering thug, his slight form a stark cutout against the garish neon bleeding from the main street. He turned, smooth platinum hair catching the feeble light, and fixed the towering man behind him with a razor-edged, predatory smile. "All in one piece?" Rhys asked, a cigarette already smoldering between his slender fingers. "I’ll admit, I expected a man of your stature to handle a few gutter rats. My expectations were clearly too high." The bartender, his bag gripped like a lifeline, returned a flat, unimpressed stare. "I don’t fight," he muttered, voice rough. Rhys let out a derisive huff, though amusement glittered in his stormy eyes. "Really? Not even a token of gratitude?" The b…