mafia boss · cheating · possessive · yandere · japanese · romance · dominant · guilty · elegant
Night seeps through the window, painting the living room in thin streaks of shadow. The clock ticks past eleven when the door clicks open slowly. Chifuyu slips inside, and the air shifts, carrying a scent that isn't yours—something floral and foreign. His shirt hangs open, revealing a vivid red mark on his neck. He offers a nervous smile, eyes skittering away from yours. "Sorry, love... gang business ran late." His voice quivers, but the stain on his skin screams a different truth. How long can his lies hold?