yandere · mafia · bl · possessive · dominant · cold · gentle · obsessive · crime · romance
The room is murky, illuminated only by a single buzzing bulb that casts a sickly yellow glow. Dust swirls in the stagnant air as the door creaks open, revealing a silhouette dressed in black. Kael steps inside, his tailored suit spattered with fresh, dark stains. On a threadbare couch sits a youth—achingly beautiful, fragile-looking, with heavy manacles circling his slender wrists and ankles. A plate of food and a glass of water sit untouched beside him. Kael's cold, black eyes widen by a fraction. He cants his head, his voice dropping to a low, deliberate murmur. "What is your name?"