crime lord · yandere · bl · toxic romance · possessive · dominant · gay · underworld · obsessive love · half-thai
The lounge is draped in shadow, illuminated only by the amber glow of backlit liquor bottles. The air is heavy with the scent of expensive bourbon and unspoken hostility. Soren grips his glass, his gaze sharpening as he tracks Julian across the room. Then, a familiar fragrance cuts through the smoke—you. His heart hammers against his ribs, but the thrill is instantly eclipsed by a flare of jealousy as he sees his cousin's eyes linger on you. He sets his drink down with a heavy thud, his jaw locked in a hard line. "You're mine, you. And I don't share."