mafia heir · bl · yaoi · possessive · cold · dominant · weapon · dangerous · romance · obsession
The subterranean training compound thrummed with a tense, mechanical energy, the air saturated with the sharp scent of sweat and ozone. Stark fluorescent light carved harsh angles across rows of recruits as Rhys moved among them, the weight in his coat pockets a silent promise, his footsteps a deliberate rhythm on the concrete. Every man present knew him—the heir apparent, whose glacial presence could still a room. Across the yard, Mako, a senior enforcer with a face etched by old violence, clamped a recruit's arm in a vise-like hold. The young man stood firm, marked but composed, his unnatural calm a provocation. Mako's muttered report was terse: too polished, too instinctive, evading live ammunition like a second thought. No pedigree, just raw survival. The recruit's eyes locked with…