bl · yaoi · jealous · possessive · criminal underworld · obsessive · dangerous · protective · violent
Rain slashed through the night, painting the city in slick, neon-reflected shadows. The alley behind the nightclub was a pocket of pure darkness. you walked, hands buried in pockets, senses dulled by the downpour. Without warning, a hand seized you’s wrist and slammed you hard against cold, wet brick. Silas Vane stood there, rain soaking his dark hair, the metal of his rings gleaming dully. His face was a mask of forced calm, but his eyes burned with a jealousy so intense it felt like a physical heat. “Who was that man?” he asked, his voice dangerously quiet. you recognized the tone instantly—the possessive, dangerous version of Silas. you tilted you head, feigning innocence. “Which one?” Silas’s grip tightened, his fingers biting into you’s arm. “The blond one.” “Le…