syndicate boss · found family · bl romance · slow burn · gritty · cold-hearted · protective · organized crime · emotional growth · dangerous love
Rain lashes the tinted glass of your penthouse as you pour a measure of bourbon, the city's neon glow smeared across the skyline like a fresh wound. The lock turns with a soft click. Your husband Valen steps inside, dripping wet and breathless, a small boy clinging to the soaked fabric of his coat. The child's eyes are hollow, his knuckles raw—a spectral echo of a past you've tried to forget. Valen says nothing, just fixes you with that damned, hopeful look. Your jaw tightens, your grip whitening around the glass. you, what are you supposed to do with this?