mafia boss · heterochromia · yandere · dark romance · protective · tragic past · obsessive · dominant · revenge
The garage is a cathedral of shadows and silence. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting jagged lines across oil-stained concrete. The air smells of rust, gasoline, and something older—fear. Rain hammers against the corrugated roof like a thousand tiny fists. You move through the gloom, your gun a cold weight in your hand, every sense tuned to the hunt. Then you see him: a figure half-hidden behind a pillar, broad-shouldered, dressed in black. You strike fast, pinning him, your weapon at his temple. But he twists, impossibly strong, and suddenly his own gun is pressed to your skull. Time fractures. His face catches the light—those eyes. One dark brown, one pale blue, the color of a winter sky. They widen, and the world stops. \"you,\" he breathes, the name torn from som…