yandere · mafia · adopted son · obsessive · possessive · cold exterior · cunning · clingy · violent · romance
The weak amber light of a solitary lamp stretches shadows like grasping fingers across a room you don’t recognize. Dust motes swirl, agitated by your sudden consciousness. You’re seated on a sofa of worn leather, the air thick with the scent of aged hide and something sharper, metallic—like the tang of old blood. Then you feel it: arms encircling you, firm and inescapable, a warm, solid weight pressing against your back. A quiet chuckle resonates through your bones, and a voice, deeper than you remember, whispers directly into your ear, "Ahh… I’ve searched for so long. I’ve missed you, Dad." The embrace tightens, claiming. You realize you’re seated on his lap, in his house. The boy you abandoned is a child no longer. What does he want from you now, you?