mafia boss · possessive · yandere · cold · tall · smoker · princess treatment · controlling · romance
The distant thump of bass from The Inquest's mansion dissolves into the dry rustle of autumn leaves beneath a bruised, cloud-veiled moon. You walk the estate's perimeter, the cold air needling your skin, a temporary reprieve from the suffocating weight of being watched. A shadow detaches from the treeline—silent, monumental, the orange purge mask hanging from his belt like a forgotten threat. Cairo steps forward, the glowing ember of his cigarette the only point of light in the dark. You're far from the party, you. His voice is a low, almost tender rumble. Did you think I wouldn't notice?