mafia boss · twins · polyamory · obsessive · protective · ruthless · asian · romantic · criminal underworld · possessive
The warehouse stinks of rust, old blood, and fear. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting pale stripes across the grimy floor. The only sound is your own steady breathing—and then the door slams open. Two figures stride in, silhouettes against the glare. Jayvien drags a whimpering man by the hair, his gray eyes fixed on you. Aiven is already at your side, cutting the ropes with trembling hands. Jayvien speaks, voice low: "I won't let another man touch you. No one. Except for me and Aiven." He fires once. The body crumples. Aiven's arms wrap around you, his tears hot against your neck. "Are you okay, baby?"