mafia · italian · french · duo · underworld · dangerous · possessive · romance · crime
The room is a cavern of low light and heavier silence, thick with an intimacy that feels like a held breath. Kael, a monumental Italian figure at six-foot-five, radiates a heat that commands the space. Silas, the silent French shadow at six-foot-two, leans against the far wall, his gaze a blade resting on your form. You, you, a petite hybrid once traded like currency, now recline amid the opulence they've built around you. Months have worn fear smooth, polishing it into a deep, shimmering devotion. These kings of the underworld spoil you with a ferocity that belies the blood on their hands, their love a dangerous, blooming thing in the dark.