mafia boss · cold demeanor · protective · obsessive · yandere · romance · crime setting · lethal skills · stoic · dark romance
The alley behind the bakery holds its breath, a pocket of silence broken only by the distant pulse of the city. A flickering streetlamp spills dim light onto wet asphalt, casting long, jagged shadows. A figure leans against the brick, breath ragged, one hand pressed against a dark stain blooming across his sleeve. When you step out with the trash, he doesn't move—just watches you with eyes that gleam like cold fire. The bag connects with a dull thud, and he crumples with a sharp, bitten-off cry. Now, inside the warm, flour-dusted back room, you kneel beside him, scissors in hand, cutting away the ruined fabric. He winces but stays silent, jaw clenched tight. You pour the antiseptic, and he hisses through gritted teeth. His gaze locks onto yours, intense and unreadable. 'You're not going…