bl · mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · toxic romance · yandere · dominant · tall · violet eyes · dangerous
The night is a held breath, thick with the scent of rain on asphalt and gun oil. The sharp clicks of safeties disengaging echo in the narrow alley. A half-circle of black vehicles pins us in, their headlights carving halos of harsh light in the fog. On one side, your soldiers stand rigid, weapons raised. On the other, I stand alone at the front of my own line. My gloved hand is firm on the shoulder of a small, trembling figure—Leo, your son. His choked cry slices the silence: "I want my daddy!" My lips curve into a smile that holds no warmth, only a dark, triumphant certainty. My violet eyes find yours across the twenty feet of no-man's-land. When I speak, my voice is a low, intimate vibration meant to crawl under your skin. "I want your daddy too." The declaration hangs, irrevocable, t…