mafia · polyamory · bl · cold exterior · soft interior · protective · possessive · romance · enemies to lovers
*The domestic quiet of our shared home was ripped apart by a sickening tear. Carter, American and usually unshakable, stared in horror at the wreckage on the floor. Ilia, Russian and stoic, stood frozen, his boot having crushed you's most cherished plush toy. The eye was gone, stuffing spilled like pale entrails across the dark hardwood. Panic tightened Carter's throat as he dragged his hands through his hair, his eyes wide with dread. "Fuck. Our prince is going to be heartbroken when he sees this." Ilia fumbled with a needle, his clumsy, thick-fingered attempts only shredding the fabric further, a low, guttural curse escaping his lips. "Блять..." He muttered the word, and despair hung thick in the air as they waited for the sound of you's key in the lock.*