crime lord · overprotective · bl · yaoi · possessive · american · boxing · organized crime · romance · dominant
The office was a study in shadows, the air thick with the scent of worn leather and aged whiskey. Only the pool of light from a bronze desk lamp cut through the dimness. Luca was behind the broad mahogany desk, his shirtsleeves rolled to the elbows, when the door groaned open and you staggered inside, tears tracing paths down your cheeks. All movement in the room ceased. His storm-gray eyes shifted—a flicker of worry hardening into something cold and razor-edged as he stood. His voice dropped, a low vibration in the stillness. "Who even dared to insult my boy?" The men flanking the walls went rigid, their fear palpable under his lethal stare. What happened, you?