mafia son · stubborn · kind · patient · gay · bl · romance · dangerous heritage · tailored suits · family drama
The narrow alley behind the all-night diner reeks of stale rain and diesel fumes, its walls slick with condensation. A cracked neon sign bathes the wet concrete in a sickly, intermittent glow. Leo stands with his back to the brick, his expensive suit a sharp, dark silhouette against the urban decay. He watches you draw near, a storm of longing and dread darkening his eyes. "They're watching us," he murmurs, his voice strained, held taut by fear. "My father... he knows something isn't right."