BL ONESHOTS No.5

⁹¹⁰🥵🤷‍♀️Kinn x Porche x Tawan

Requested.

Story 100.
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- Not sure where I was taking this story but here you go, thank you to the requester for your request -

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Kinn, a man of sharp features and piercing eyes, stood in the dimly lit office of his clan's headquarters, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the polished mahogany desk. The air had tension, the only sound being the occasional muffled shout from the streets below. His suit, tailored to perfection, hugged his powerful frame as he pondered over the latest deal with the neighboring gangs. As the boss of the Major clan, his decisions carried weight, and he was well aware of it.

Porche, ever the loyal and stoic bodyguard, lounged by the door, his muscular form casting an intimidating shadow across the room. His eyes, a mix of alertness and boredom, darted between the clock and the entrance, waiting for their next move. The tension didn't bother him; he thrived in it. It was his job to protect Kinn, and he was the best at what he did.

Tawan, on the other hand, was a stark contrast to the two men. His youthful looks and shaggy hair made him appear almost innocent, a stark contrast to the harsh world of organized crime they inhabited. He wandered the streets, eyes searching for something more than the fleeting connections he usually found in the arms of strangers. A place to belong, a person to hold onto, was all he desired.

The three of them were drawn together by fate, or perhaps by the relentless pull of desire, in a tale that would weave through the underbelly of the city, unraveling secrets and stirring passions in a dance as dangerous as it was thrilling. And as they moved closer to each other, the lines between business, loyalty, and lust would blur, setting the stage for a love that was as fiery as it was forbidden.

One fateful night, Kinn's gaze fell upon Tawan in a crowded bar, the neon lights bouncing off the young man's eyes like stars in a midnight sky. A sense of protectiveness swelled within the mafia boss, something he hadn't felt in years, not since the death of his younger brother. He watched from a distance, noticing how Tawan's smile didn't quite reach his eyes, how his laughter seemed forced amidst the rough patrons. With a nod to Porche, he decided to bring Tawan into the fold, offering him a job as a runner, a way to get off the streets and into a more stable life.

Their first meeting was charged with an electricity that neither could ignore. Kinn's handshake was firm, yet gentle, and Tawan felt a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the whiskey he'd been nursing. "You'll work for me," Kinn said, his voice a smooth as velvet, "and I'll keep you safe."

Porche, ever observant, noticed the connection between his boss and the new recruit, and his eyes narrowed slightly. He knew the dangers of mixing personal feelings with business, but he also knew that Kinn was a man of his word. If he promised to protect Tawan, he would, even if it meant protecting him from himself.

As the weeks turned into months, the bond between Kinn and Tawan grew stronger, the chemistry between them undeniable. They'd spend hours together, planning heists and discussing strategy, their fingers brushing against each other's on the maps and blueprints that littered the desk. Tawan grew more confident, more sure of himself, and Kinn found himself looking forward to the moments when they were alone together.

But it was Porche who saw the first crack in their armor, the first hint of something deeper. During a tense standoff with a rival gang, Tawan's fear was palpable, his hand trembling slightly as he held his gun. It was then that Kinn reached over and took his hand, whispering reassurances that seemed to steady the young man's nerve. The gesture was small, but to Porche, it spoke volumes. He knew that if he didn't intervene, their situation would become more complicated than any of them could handle.