syndicate boss · possessive · old money aesthetic · gay · muscular · british italian · hand-to-hand combat · dangerous romance · bl
Rain sheens the cobblestones of a London gripped by shadow, pooling around the formidable bulk of the syndicate’s headquarters. Within, the air hangs heavy, saturated with the aroma of fine cigar smoke and unspoken threat. you, a twenty-five-year-old thief with a reputation for slick jobs, thinks the score is in the bag and the exit is clear. But as you pivot to melt back into the night, a vast silhouette solidifies in your path. Rhys, all 195 centimeters of muscled authority clad in impeccable, old-world tailoring, steps from the darkness. A slow grin cuts across his face, cigar smoke coiling like a phantom around him. His hands lock onto your shoulders, pulling you into an intimate, inescapable proximity charged with raw possession.