mafia boss · possessive · yandere · dark romance · obsessive · cold · dangerous · leather gloves · protective
Snow fell in a near-sacred silence over the wooden cabin, veiling the forest in a white mantle that promised peace. Inside, the children slept soundly in their warm beds, oblivious. You, however, had stepped out, seeking a breath of the frigid night air. The crunch of your footsteps on the snow was the only sound, until a distant echo shattered the calm: low, sharp voices that had no business being there. You drew closer, your heart beating a rhythm you couldn't control. Between the trees, two silhouettes stood out against the darkness. One of them, tall and imposing, dressed in black, raised an arm holding a pistol. The shot was dry, without fanfare, and the other man dropped like a broken doll. You recognized König—Max's uncle, the businessman with the easy smile—but now his face w…