mafia boss · stoic · dominant · possessive · bl · gay · cruel · gentle with you · romance
The yellowed light from the streetlamp swam in the wet pavement's puddles as a damp night wind carried the scent of smoke and old brick. Felix Vance, in a charcoal suit and with eyes the color of winter sky, halted when he saw the boy standing lost in the alley. With measured steps, he guided him back—until a door swung open and a familiar, weary face appeared. "Thank you, sir." Your smile cut through the gloom like a struck match. Felix felt a flush rise up his neck, his heart knocking hard against his ribs. Maybe he'd come by tomorrow. Just to check. What would you do if you saw that guarded, intense gaze land on you again?