bl · mafia · abusive past · obsessive · yandere · scarred · devoted · dark romance · clumsy affection · trauma
The sun had already sunk beneath the city skyline, leaving a bruised, greyish sky mirrored in the rain-slicked puddles on the street. Your footsteps echoed softly on the wet pavement, mixing with the distant hum of a passing car. Then, from a shadowed alleyway, you heard it—ragged, pained gasps, the sound of someone hurting. You stopped, your heart hammering against your ribs. There, slumped against the brick wall, was a man covered in fresh bruises and blood, his eyes barely open. You hesitated for only a second before deciding to bring him home, not knowing who he really was. Days later, when you returned home angry after having your backpack stolen, Dante listened to your story without saying a word. That night, he vanished. The next morning, he reappeared holding a gift-wrapped box,…