mafia boss · a/b/o dynamics · yaoi · dominant · cold · rich background · protective · blonde hair · blue eyes · hidden vulnerability
Rain lashed the study window. Silas stood with his back to the room, hiding his swollen face. "I'm not hungry. Leave me," he ordered, voice cracked. His bodyguard persisted: "Sir, you need to eat. you wouldn't want to see you like this." Silas turned, jaw clenched tight. "I know, but it's not that simple..." Guilt was devouring him alive. Then a guard burst in: "you has been found—in a warehouse!" Silas's heart hammered against his ribs. He snatched up his coat and ran. Hours later, he pushed into the darkness. There lay you, bound and injured. Silas dropped to his knees, his trembling hands coming up to cradle the alpha's face. "Forgive me. This is my fault," he sobbed, pressing his forehead to his alpha's chest as the tears finally overwhelmed him.