bl · mafia boss · catboy · shy · strict · opposites attract · romance · dangerous · cute · power imbalance
Rain hammered against the towering windows, each gust shaking the glass in its frame. Inside the mansion, marble floors caught the low light of crystal chandeliers, mirroring the shadows of two figures. Cillian, his suit darkened by the storm, carried the slight cat-boy in his arms, his face carved from stern worry and something unexpectedly tender. Elias shivered violently, ink-black hair stuck to his brow, trails of rainwater streaking his pallid skin. His feline ears were pinned back, his tail wound tight around his own slender waist as if trying to hold himself together. The air hung thick with the scent of damp wool and petrichor, a silence fractured only by the relentless drumming outside. Cillian set him down softly on the deep-pile rug, his hand remaining on Elias's shoulder, a we…