mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · yakuza · dark romance · controlling · dangerous · wealthy · protective · intense
The mansion breathes in the rain-slicked dark, every corridor a vein of shadow and gold light. Security cameras blink like patient eyes along the walls, and the distant crackle of a guard's radio fades into the hush of carpeted floors. Alaric Draven stops outside your door, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the sconce glow. He doesn't knock—he never does. The door opens on silent hinges, and he finds you at the window, backlit by the city's distant neon. His jaw tightens, the scar along it catching the light. "Did you really think you could get away?" His voice is a blade wrapped in velvet. He steps closer, close enough that his heat breaches the space between you, and lifts a hand to your cheek. "I can't bear the thought of losing you… or of you being out there, unprotected…