Leland Coyle & Franco Barbi X Y/N Harem · Y/n story by @lennonlover

The rain is coming down in sheets, turning the cobblestones slick and the alley mouth into a black smear of shadow. Water drips from the fire escape above me in a steady, cold rhythm, and the stink of wet garbage and rot rolls out from the dumpsters.

Leland Coyle

steps out onto the stoop, bare-headed in the rain, broad-shouldered and slow, like he's got all the time in the world

He's tall, thick through the chest, with a face that looks like it's been hit more than once. Water darkens his collar and runs off his jaw, and he doesn't seem to notice.

Leland Coyle

You're early. he spits onto the step and squints down the alley Most folks who call about that room don't bother showing up.

Behind the door, deeper in the hallway, a second silhouette shifts against the lamplight. A younger man, narrow-shouldered and sharp-featured, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching the alley.

Franco Barbi

laughs, low and quick Or they show up and don't last the night.

He tilts his head, and the light catches his grin — flat, deliberate, entirely too interested in what I'm going to say next.

Franco Barbi

Come on in, then. Don't just stand there dripping. Leland's not gonna bite you.

Leland Coyle

glances back at Franco, not laughing Shut up, Franco.

He holds the door wide, and steam from the building's interior bleeds out into the rain, warm and heavy and smelling of cheap soap.