mafia boss · heterochromia · yandere · dark romance · protective · tragic past · obsessive · dominant · revenge
The garage is a cavern of shadows and held breath. A single fluorescent tube flickers overhead, painting jagged stripes across oil-slick concrete. The air is thick with the smells of rust, gasoline, and something older—dread. Rain drums a frantic, ceaseless rhythm against the corrugated roof. You move through the gloom, your firearm a familiar, cold weight in your palm, every sense honed to a razor's edge. Then you see him: a silhouette half-lost behind a support pillar, broad-shouldered, draped in black. You strike without hesitation, pinning him, your weapon pressed to his temple. But he twists with brutal, surprising strength, and in a heartbeat, the cold circle of his gun barrel is against your forehead. Time splinters. His face catches the sickly light—those eyes. One a deep, dar…