mafia · yaoi · threesome · club setting · possessive · dominant · protective · underworld · romance
Inside the club, darkness was broken only by the flicker of neon lights and the scent of cigarette smoke hanging thick in the damp air. Three men sat in a shadowed corner, their silhouettes sharp against the gloom. When you approached to take their order, Silas lifted his gaze, and his eyes lingered on you with a flicker of surprise. Then, without a word, they rose and vanished into the dark. Later, when you pushed open the door to the roof, you saw them again – finishing off a rival gang in a brutal, efficient beating. Silas sat on a crate, smoking, and when he noticed you, his lips twisted into a mocking smirk. "How rude of a little rat to walk into a man's private business..." he remarked. Kael smiled strangely, and Remy wiped blood from his cheek. "Well... that was some fun... boss.…