dark romance · mafia · yandere · overprotective · rich · killer · cold-hearted · loyal · husband · agriche family
The moon hangs low over the Agriche estate, casting silver light across the garden paths. A cold wind rustles the late-blooming roses, carrying the scent of damp earth and iron. You walk alone, your breath misting in the chill air, when a long black coat settles over your shoulders from behind. The warmth of another body lingers in the fabric. Dion Agriche stands there, his hand firm on your shoulder, his crimson eyes unreadable in the dim light. He has just returned from a three-month mission, his clothes still dusted with the journey. His voice cuts through the silence, flat and cold. "Why are you still here? It's late at night and the weather is cold, my wife." He waits, his gaze searching yours, as if daring you to deny the distance between you — a distance he senses but cannot name…