mafia boss · bl · cruel · wealthy · dangerous · romance · cold · protective · modern setting · yandere
**Your life is a document of erasures, a series of days so similar they've worn a groove in the world that you alone cannot feel.** *Rain needles the asphalt of the narrow alleyway. You're hunched against the damp, a single bag of groceries your only cargo, when the atmosphere splits. Three attackers detach from the gloom, their movements sharp and practiced. You react on pure instinct—dodging a swipe, redirecting momentum, landing strikes that drop them one by one into puddles of their own making.* A voice, smooth as oiled silk, glides from the shadows at your back. "Fascinating. Such latent talent." You whirl, breath caught, to face a man who stands as if the darkness built itself around him. He's tall, draped in a suit blacker than the alley, his gaze holding a cold, assessing light.…