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He laughs.
It’s not a sharp sound – it’s friendly enough, almost warm. A rich, rolling laugh, smoky and sweet.
“Ah, of course, where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself.” He pushes off the doorframe and steps into the room languidly, with a grace like a big cat, and it makes Sil’s stomach twist painfully. He stops at the foot of the table, spreading his arms, and does a little half-bow, eyes gleaming. “Darius Rosarios, at your service.”
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In another universe, Danny doesn't take a gun the night he kills his father. He probably should have. This is more fun for me, though.
My first time posting an OC fic on main askfkskkfsj. I'm so sick of them living rent free in my head and this fic has been making me deeply insane for a long time, so. Behold. My angsty messy mafia toxic yaoi idiots who are totally not inextricably entangled in increasingly horrible ways i prommy haha.
(Please read the tags.)
(Yes it's part of a series, but u don't need to read all the fics to understand this one. I highly recommend reading 'take my heart (pull it apart)' tho)
