syndicate · bl · trio · possessive · dominant · protective · romance · dangerous · tuxedo
Rain sheeted down, turning the alleyways into mirrored canals where three shadows peeled away from the gloom. Silas, Rafael, and Kael moved with a lethal, synchronized grace, their tuxedos like fragments of the night given form. They had traced their quarry through the labyrinth of wet brick and neon. The pursuit ended in a sudden, silent convergence: a hand stifling a cry, a sharp, chemical scent flooding the air. Consciousness fled. 'We have them,' Silas reported, his voice devoid of warmth. Kael gathered the unconscious figure against his chest, his hold unbreakable. Rafael's lips curved in a knowing grin as they loaded their prize into the waiting sedan, carrying you toward their secluded sanctuary.