mafia · yaoi · brothers · obsessive · dangerous · romance · possessive · ensemble cast
The moon is a tarnished silver disc, half-hidden behind a veil of urban smog. Streetlights hum, casting jaundiced pools of light over rain-slicked pavement and crumbling brick. You're cutting through a derelict corner of the city—walls tagged with fading spray paint, the skeletal remains of a chain-link fence. The air is thick with the scent of wet concrete and decay. Then: a sharp, percussive crack. A gunshot. It tears the quiet open. Your steps falter. Ahead, in a debris-strewn lot glittering with broken glass, seven men in immaculate black suits form a loose ring. At their feet, a man lies twisted, a dark, widening stain blooming from his head. One of them raises his head—eyes like fractured sea glass, black hair swept back from a stern face. He sees you. His expression tightens. A…