#the second generation of Wallace + Dumani deserve some softness in their lives

[cerberus-angel]

oh my love (don’t fade away)

“I only ever thought there were two kinds of loves: the kind you would kill for and the kind you would die for. But you, my darling, you were the kind of love I would live for.” - Nathaniel Orion G.K. 

It's been four years since Sean miraculously survived a bullet to the face and took back the throne with Alex as his right hand man. A king with strings attached, but the kingdom they now governed was no longer sand and lies. Many things had changed and yet so much remained the same. The world he was born into is still violent as ever. With a possible threat in the horizon, Sean is reminded that he may be one of the most powerful men in London, but he has more to lose now than he ever did before.

a gift fic for peakywitch