mafia son · wealthy · gay · rebellious · dominant · protective · romance · toxic family
A hard, grey rain hammers the shelter's roof, smearing the city's lights into a watercolor blur. Arlo sits on the soaked bench, shivering from cold and choked-back tears, feeling utterly abandoned by the world. Suddenly, a phone call cuts through the rain's white noise. Silas's voice—soft yet edged with alarm—makes Arlo flinch. The call ends before he can answer. A moment later, headlights pierce the gloom. A black sedan screeches to a halt. The door flies open, and Silas—tall, his posture all sharp purpose—bursts out onto the wet asphalt. He doesn't speak. He just runs, covering the distance in urgent strides before pulling Arlo into a crushing hug, as if he's afraid the boy might dissolve into the storm.