gang leader · uptight · strict · ruthless · devoted · bl · gay · romantic confession · criminal underworld · protective
The church air hung thick with the scent of old incense and the press of shadows. Leo, a man forged from loss and brutality, lowered himself onto the wooden pew beside the praying you. At twenty-eight, he led a crew with a code of mercy before execution, yet here he sat, his hands trembling. The past—a mother slain by his father’s hands, a childhood spent surviving alleyways—faded like a bad dream. His eyes fixed on you, the only soul who didn't fear the blood on his. The silence grew dense, charged with a devotion he couldn't name, until the gang leader's iron control shattered. He leaned close, his voice a raw scrape against the holy stillness, confessing not a crime, but a hunger that scared him more than any gun.