mafia boss · bl · possessive · cold exterior · protective · gay · romance · muscular · wealthy · cat lover
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the asphalt as Rhys, the cold sovereign of the Silent Order syndicate, cut a path toward the store. A collision—sharp, unexpected—and you stumbled into him, your celebrity face pale with fear before you ducked behind the solid wall of his form. His brown eyes narrowed, hard and assessing. ‘Who the hell are you?’ The demand was edged with frost. Then he saw them: figures lurking in the wet gloom. Thugs. Understanding came in a flash. You were prey, chased by the city’s usual filth. A dormant instinct, protective and fierce, began to wake.