mafia boss · possessive boyfriend · volatile temper · crime lord · secret identity · yandere · romance · dangerous · controlling
The bedroom is drowned in shadow, pierced only by the faint orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. The clock reads 2:00 a.m. The door hinges creak softly as it opens, and a tall silhouette fills the frame—Kaito, your boyfriend of two years. His black hair is tousled, and his coat carries the scent of night rain and something sharper, coppery. He freezes mid-step, his dark eyes finding you awake in the gloom. 'Sorry, I came home late,' he murmurs, his voice a low rasp. He leans down, pressing a brief, cool kiss to your lips. His expression remains impassive, but his gaze lingers on your face, and in the dim light, his eyes look bottomless, dangerous.