I AM POSSESSIVE BOYFRIEND (VEGASPETE)

VILLIAN 😈✨

Vegas stirred awake, the morning sun painting warm stripes across his face. He blinked, momentarily disoriented, before the sight that greeted him stole his breath away. Pete, his boyfriend, lay nestled beside him, his usually vibrant face etched with exhaustion. The worry lines around Pete's eyes tugged at Vegas' heart. He leaned in, unable to resist the pull of those soft, plum lips, and placed a gentle kiss upon them.

A sudden, insistent rapping on the door shattered the peaceful moment. Vegas threw off the covers, grabbing a discarded shirt on his way to answer. Macau, his younger brother, stood on the other side, a stark contrast to his usual bravado. His eyes were red-rimmed and tear tracks stained his cheeks.

"Macau? What's wrong?" Vegas demanded, concern twisting his gut. 

Macau opened his mouth to speak, but only choked sobs emerged. Vegas, ever the older brother, ushered him inside and led him to his room. There, between ragged breaths, Macau finally managed to stammer out the horrifying news. "One... one of our bodyguards... they killed him. Our enemies... they tortured him... He was Dad's favorite..."

Vegas' blood ran cold. A primal rage ignited within him, a thirst for vengeance that clawed its way to the surface. But then, another thought struck him, chilling him to the bone. What if they targeted Pete as well? The image of his boyfriend, vibrant and full of life, replaced by the gruesome picture Macau had painted, sent a tremor through him.

Steeling his resolve, Vegas barked orders. He instructed his remaining bodyguards to double their efforts, ensuring Pete and Macau's safety became their top priority. The carefree morning had evaporated, replaced by a chilling determination. The enemy had crossed a line, and Vegas vowed to make them pay. But first, he had to protect his precious family. 

The day stretched on, a tense silence hanging heavy in the air. Pete, blissfully unaware of the events that had transpired, stirred beside Vegas. His eyes fluttered open, seeking out his boyfriend. A sleepy smile graced his lips as he mumbled a greeting.

Vegas, his heart torn between affection and worry, forced a reassuring smile. "Hey, sleepyhead. How about we grab some breakfast?"

Pete stretched languidly, the picture of carefree innocence. "Sounds good. Just give me five more minutes."

Vegas felt a pang of guilt. Pete deserved a life free of the dangers that lurked in their world. He needed to find a way to keep Pete safe, not just from immediate threats, but from the knowledge of their dark reality.

As they enjoyed breakfast, a forced normalcy enveloping them, Vegas' mind raced. He needed a plan. He needed to strike back, but with a calculated precision that wouldn't put Pete in further danger. He glanced at Macau, who sat across from them, picking at his food, his eyes downcast. Perhaps, Vegas thought, Macau could be a valuable asset in this fight. He had fire in his eyes, a raw fury that mirrored Vegas' own. But first, Macau needed training, discipline, to channel that anger into something effective. 

"Macau," Vegas began, his voice low and firm. "I need you to focus. We'll avenge them , but we'll do it right. You have potential, but you need discipline. Are you in?"

Macau looked up, a flicker of determination replacing his despair. "Yes, P' Vegas. I want to help."

Vegas nodded, a grim smile playing on his lips. He may be facing a new enemy, but he wouldn't face it alone. He had his family by his side, and together, they would make their enemies pay. 

Weeks blurred into a whirlwind of activity. Vegas, ever the strategist, meticulously planned their retaliation. Macau, under the watchful eye of seasoned fighters, underwent a grueling training regime. Pete, oblivious to the simmering tension, remained his cheerful, carefree self. Vegas, torn between protecting Pete's innocence and the need to confide in someone, found himself seeking solace in unexpected company – Kinn, his rival.