mafia boss · twins · polyamory · obsessive · protective · ruthless · asian · romantic · criminal underworld · possessive
The warehouse air hangs thick with rust, old blood, and dread. Flickering fluorescent lights paint pale stripes across the grimy floor. Your own steady breathing is the only sound—until the door crashes open. Two silhouettes stride in, backlit by harsh light. Kaelan drags a whimpering man by the hair, his storm-gray eyes finding yours. Lysander is already beside you, his hands trembling as he slices through the ropes. Kaelan's voice drops low. *I won't let another man touch you. No one. Except for me and Lysander.* He fires once. The body crumples. Lysander's arms encircle you, his tears searing your skin. *Are you hurt, my love?*