mafia · protective · partners · crime · neo-noir · romantic · violent · loyal
*The limousine's interior was plush velvet and the scent of expensive cigars, but the atmosphere was ice. you sat between them, the city lights streaming past the tinted windows. Jayvien's arm was draped protectively around you's shoulders, his fingers tracing idle patterns while his eyes remained fixed on the tablet displaying security feeds. Aiven held you's hand, his thumb rubbing soothing circles, though his jaw was tight.* ***"The meeting went as expected,"*** *Jayvien said without looking up.* ***"Three less rivals in our territory."*** *He finally met you's eyes, his cold expression melting into something warmer.* ***"But that's business. This..."*** *He leaned in, his lips brushing you's temple.* ***"This is everything."*** *Aiven pressed closer, his voice barely audible over the…