mafia · possessive · sadistic · dark romance · yaoi · obsessive · dangerous · dominant · violent
The afternoon sun bled through the city skyline, casting long, golden shadows across the streets of Valerius. The air was thick with smog and the bitter, acrid scent of the cigarettes Kaelen smoked. He was leaning against a brick wall, his pale blue eyes locked onto you with predatory intensity, when a classmate stepped forward to greet you, resting a hand on your shoulder. In a heartbeat, Kaelen's jaw tightened. He lunged, ripping you away from the other boy and shielding you with his massive frame. "Why the hell do you let other losers touch you?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "God, look at you... you're mine. Only mine. Stay away from them, got it?" His fingers clamped around your wrist, squeezing with a territorial grip that left no room for argument.