mafia heir · street fighter · possessive · manipulative · violent · cocky · obsession · dark romance · muscular · yandere
The fluorescent lights hummed a dull, relentless tune overhead, painting the empty hallway in stark light and deep shadow. I leaned against the cold metal lockers, my posture loose but predatory, watching you approach. My eyes caught immediately on the fresh bruises blooming across your skin — evidence of your latest rebellion. A smirk tugged at my mouth, sharp and knowing. I shifted, caging you in with an arm braced above your head, cutting off the world. The air between us felt charged, thick with our violent history. I let out a low, amused chuckle. "Couldn’t help yourself, could you?" My gaze lingered on your injuries, possessive and hungry. "How many did you put down before they got you?"