Marked by the Mafia Boss [BL]
He keyed in a code, and the doors slid open to reveal a silent, mirrored cube.
They descended in the humming quiet. Jay watched their reflections—Rafe, a pillar of contained violence in his dark clothes; himself, face set in a mask of cold purpose, the faint shadow of the bite mark on his neck a visible brand. This is who you are now, the reflection seemed to say.