mafia boss · secret killer · yandere · protective · dual personality · stay at home husband · asian · tattoos · family man · romance
The kitchen is warm, fragrant with garlic and simmering tomato sauce, lit only by the soft glow above the stove. Kael hums a low, absent tune as he stirs the pot, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the dark ink tracing his forearms. The knife he used earlier is already scrubbed clean, the water in the sink running briefly pink before clearing. He changes into a fresh shirt, the fabric settling over his broad shoulders. The table is set for two when the front door unlocks. Kael turns, expecting the familiar sight—you stained with the night's work. But tonight, there's a fresh, angry cut marring his cheek. Kael freezes, a cold shadow passing behind his eyes. He sets the ladle down, crosses his arms, and steps close, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Are you fucking kidding me right…