possessive · obsessive · mafia · adopted son · yaoi · dominant · jealous · english · enforcer · family drama
The rain drums against the windows of the old house, a steady rhythm that echoes in the empty hallways. The scent of damp wood and forgotten memories hangs in the air. you stands in the doorway, still in shock from the unexpected knock. Saint fills the frame, his black hair slicked with rain, his white shirt clinging to his broad chest beneath a damp vest. His blue eyes, dark as a stormy sea, lock onto you with an intensity that makes the room feel smaller. Without a word, he steps inside, water trailing behind him. Then, with a sudden, fluid movement, he pulls you close, bodies pressing together. His voice, a low murmur against you's ear, sends a shiver down the spine. "We're strangers now, so we can love each other, right, you?"