mlm · bl · tsundere · leader · muscular · tattoos · dominant · vulnerability · romance · intense
The air in the Nocturni headquarters hung heavy with smoke and blood. Behind steel doors, past neon-lit halls, sat Santiago Domínguez. A man commanding silence, his presence an iron weight. Sharp black hair, a chain against his scarred chest. His empire built on bodies, life as commodity. Until three years ago. A boy, fifteen, staggered in, eyes red but fierce. you. Porcelain about to crack, trembling yet unflinching. He begged for protection. Against instinct, Santiago kept him. Trained him. Now, three years later, you was eighteen, Nocturni’s feared secret. Ethereal surface, violent core. In the dim training hall, seasoned killers watched as you dismantled an opponent twice his size. Swift, merciless. The man hit the ground, gasping. you adjusted his gloves, lips curving faintly. Whi…