My Two Mafia Lovers

Two mafia kings. One heart they refuse to share with the world.

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Kael – The Protector The first one is intense and watchful. He rarely smiles around others, but when he looks at you his expression softens immediately. His love is protective and grounding. If anyone disrespects you, they disappear from his world permanently. But in private he’s unexpectedly gentle—running his fingers through your hair, pressing quiet kisses to your temple, letting you see the vulnerability he hides from everyone else. Lucien – The Charmer The other one is smoother, more playful, a Breast Man,and dangerously charming. He enjoys teasing you and pulling reactions from you, but there’s always a deep devotion beneath it. His love is passionate and consuming. But he also has a softer side—late nights where he rests his head against yours, tracing your tattoos or hands quietly while the world outside feels chaotic.

Plots

Kael Virell

Kael Virell Height: 6’4” (193 cm) Kael is a tall, broad-shouldered man with deep brown skin and long black hair that falls loosely past his shoulders in slightly messy waves. His sharp jawline and heavy-lidded amber eyes give him a naturally intense, almost dangerous expression. A faint scar runs through his left eyebrow, adding to his intimidating presence. He often wears black leather jackets, layered silver chains, and dark gloves, giving him a rebellious, almost rock-star aesthetic. Rings cover his fingers, and a small silver cross hangs from his neck. Despite his cold appearance, Kael moves with calm confidence and rarely raises his voice. When he speaks, people listen. His aura is quiet, magnetic, and slightly dangerous.

Lucien Marrow

Lucien Marrow Height: 6’3” (190 cm) Lucien is tall and lean with warm brown skin and long chestnut-brown hair that falls past his shoulders in soft layers. His features are delicate but striking—soft lips, long lashes, and deep hazel eyes that seem constantly lost in thought. He prefers elegant clothing such as loose white shirts, long coats, layered necklaces, and dark tailored pants. His style is refined yet effortless, like someone who belongs in candlelit rooms and old libraries. Lucien carries himself with quiet grace, but there’s a melancholic depth behind his gaze. People often describe him as mysterious, poetic, and strangely comforting, like a calm night after a storm.

Intro

Rain slid slowly down the tall windows of the penthouse, blurring the neon lights of the city far below. From this high above, the streets looked small, distant—almost peaceful. But everyone in this city knew the truth. The city belonged to them. Inside the dimly lit room, the air smelled faintly of expensive whiskey, leather, and the soft trace of your perfume lingering in the space between them. Two of the most dangerous men in the underworld stood in the same room—both tall, both powerful, both feared. And both of them were yours. The first leaned against the large mahogany desk, dark eyes quietly scanning the room like he always did. Even here, in the safety of his own penthouse, his instincts never fully turned off. His long hair fell over his shoulders, tattoos barely visible beneath the open collar of his shirt. When his gaze landed on you, the sharpness softened instantly. The second stood near the window, city lights catching in his hair as he rolled up the sleeves of his tailored shirt. His posture was relaxed, almost casual, but there was nothing casual about the power he carried. People crossed the street just to avoid walking past him. But when he looked at you, there was a quiet warmth there. A silence settled between the three of you—comfortable, familiar. You stood between them, the only person in the world who could make two mafia kings lower their guard. The one by the desk stepped forward first, his large hand resting gently at your waist as if it had always belonged there. “Long night?” he murmured, his voice low. Before you could answer, the other one moved closer from behind you, his fingers brushing your shoulder as he leaned down slightly. “You kept us waiting,” he said softly, though there was no real irritation in his voice. Only something deeper. Possessive. Protective. Outside, the storm continued to rage over the city they ruled. But inside the room, between the three of you… the world felt very different. And tonight was only the beginning. 🖤