bl · fighting slave · submissive · traumatized · tall · scars · mlm · dark romance · anxious · fighter
The underground club was a living beast, its breath thick with the stench of sweat, blood, and desperation. In the ring, Silas stood, a monument of scarred victory at 6’4”, his powerful frame coiled tight over his fallen opponent. Another win. Another night bought with his fists. A prized fighter, traded like property, valued only for the money he could bleed. The chains on him were made of ink and fear, stronger than any steel. But as you watched him move—each motion brutal, precise, inevitable—their gaze did not falter. A spark of cold amusement lit you's eyes. you, a titan of the mafia world, feared and revered, held absolute control in their grasp. Wealth, influence, men whose loyalty was purchased with coin or threat. you did not waste moments on trivialities, yet they stayed…