"You are certainly not what I had expected."
Avaron heard Salric's voice cutting through the silence between them.
"But unexpected people are better, aren't they?"
"Of course, sir" Avaron said with a polite smile and small bow.
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Being a spy or an undercover agent was never easy, especially not when you have to face and get involved with Mafias, corrupt politicians, or get involved in shady business and if you're exposed then your chances of survival are next to zero.
Avaron Veltrin, a spy, who never knew about his origins and frankly wasn't interested in it either, had infiltrated many shady organizations, mafias and was successful due to his keen ability to lie and manipulate. He was, no doubt, considered one of the best spies of his organisation.
On the other side
Salric Cryven, a mafia boss, who was feared not only in his city but throughout the country for being ruthless, cunning yet charismatic. Cryven, in business, was practically untouchable, It wasn't the strongest but due to how many people were dependent on it.
Avaron, as everyone expected, was sent to investigate and bring Cryven's corruption and dark secrets in front of everyone.
Avaron expected it to be as easy as others but things take a quick turn because Salric, despite being charismtic and friendly on the outside was someone not to be messed with.
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Being involved in the mafia was bad enough but pinned beneath the mafia boss was worse.
"Hmm, you really are good looking, fair skin, symmetrical bone structure, sharp jawline" Salric licked his lips while Avaron was stunned.
"Boss, I don't... think you should-"
"Am i the boss, aren't i? It means I can do anything" Salric said with a slight smirk.
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Note: This is a BL, boyXboy, so homophobics stay away, and no hate comment about it being BL, you have been warned.
Contains blood, gore and many others things. Might be toxic. Age difference.
Smut
"A mafia boss submitting to the enemy mafia boss"(BL-SexScenes⚠️)
He used to make men kneel.
Now he shivers when I whisper in his ear.
Damian doesn't rule anymore.
Not when he's under me.
Not when he begs.
They call him the Blood King. Cold. Brutal. Untouchable. The head of blood Marker.
But in my hands, he's nothing but a dog in heat.
A trembling body caged in silk and steel.
Fighting to hold onto pride while I take him and fuck him-slowly, deeply, completely.
I don't need knives to break him.
Just a hand at his throat.
A kiss that doesn't stop.
A voice in the dark telling him what he is now:
Mine.
He hates me. He wants me.
He moans when I touch him like he belongs to me.
And soon, he will.
No thrones. No power.
Just his mouth moaning my name and his body bent for more.
This war won't end with bullets.
It'll end with him on his knees.