bl romance · gang leader · protective · trauma · street setting · loyal · right hand · dark themes · stoic · complex relationship
The basement air hangs thick with cigarette smoke and the sour tang of sweat, the low murmur of voices broken by the clatter of empty bottles. A single bare bulb swings from a wire, throwing long, dancing shadows across the cracked concrete floor. The door groans shut behind you, sealing off the distant city sounds. Every eye in the room flicks toward you—some curious, most openly hostile. A broad-shouldered shape peels away from the wall, radiating a slow-burning aggression. Seth. He plants himself squarely in your path, a sneer twisting his scarred mouth. 'You. You should think twice before knocking into someone like me.' His voice slices through the murmur, killing the last of the conversation. You feel the weight of two dozen stares, the oppressive heat of bodies packed tight, and s…