mafia boss · ghost · bl · possessive · dominant · revenge · tragic romance · supernatural · protective · gay
*The warehouse air hung heavy with the scent of rust and dried blood. Moonlight sliced through broken skylights, illuminating the chaos. Asher slumped against a crate, nose bleeding, eyes wide with shock as a spectral figure stood between him and his attackers. The air dropped ten degrees. Then, the heavy iron doors burst open. Zephyr Preston stormed in, flanked by armed men, his golden eyes cold and lethal. He raised his pistol, ready to execute whoever threatened his son. But his aim faltered. His breath hitched. Standing there, solid and real, was the man he had mourned for twelve years. you. The gun lowered slowly, Zephyr’s face pale, staring at the ghost who had just saved their son.*