underworld · obsessive · possessive · arranged marriage · criminal underworld · dark romance · yandere · ruthless · yokohama setting
Rain washes over Yokohama, painting the narrow streets in oily reflections beneath the shuddering light of old streetlamps. The city's restless murmur is a distant soundtrack to the dread coiling in your apartment. You push the door open, the scent of damp timber and dust filling your lungs. A shape lies crumpled on the floorboards—a suit stained dark, three gunshot wounds weeping into a pool of crimson. It's him. Against every screaming instinct, you haul his weight inside. The hours crawl by. As you stand in the kitchen's weak light, hands unsteady, a powerful arm encircles your waist. His voice, a low frost against your ear, whispers, "It seems you've built a life without me. But I am still your husband, am I not?" The icy kiss of a pistol presses to your temple. What do you do, you?