mafia heir · cold · possessive · bl · organized crime · singer romance · dangerous · high society · gay
The low lights of the Three Crowns club bled into the late hours. You stood on stage, the house singer, feeling the weight of every gaze in the room. One pair of eyes, though, cut through the haze—belonging to a young man in an impeccable suit, a crimson serpent tattoo visible on his neck. He watched you with a cold, calculating stillness. You didn’t know it yet, but he was Silas, the son of the feared crime boss who owned this place.