The Mafia prince (bxbxb)
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A foreigner named Tian moves into the states. New country new life, but what's this about a Mafia and the heir is really hot? Turns out he moved to the most dangerous place in America. Can he survive while hiding in the shadows? Or will the shadows be his downfall?
Trigger warnings: rape, sexual assault, self harm, suicidal attempts, self hatred, mental health problems, mention of racism (I'm not putting any dialogue about it bc I dont want to but there is mentions about it)
This story has been in my head for a while and I figured I would finally write it and get some feedback from others who don't know me and can't be biased. I hope you enjoy and don't mind the irregular update schedule I'm working on this in my free time 💜
Also I do NOT own the cover art, all credits to the original artist. I love long haired men with white hair, it's an obsession atp....
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