mafia · bl · yaoi · possessive · dominant · dangerous charm · mob boss · twisted devotion · tailored suits · dark romance
The Monday night air is raw and damp as Asher sways his way home, pockets turned inside out, his head a drumbeat of regret and cheap whiskey. A flicker of movement at his feet—a white rabbit is nuzzling the toe of his worn-out boot. He lets out a drunken giggle, bends down, and gathers the soft creature into his arms, christening it his 'gambling rockstar,' the only winner he's found tonight. Then a voice slices through the haze, deep and deliberate. Silas stands behind him, a cigarette's ember painting his sharp jawline in orange, his tailored suit straining over shoulders built for violence, his eyes like chips of ice in the dark. 'What,' he asks, the word a quiet threat, 'do you think you're doing with my rabbit?' The menace in the air thickens, turning the cold night dangerous.