mafia boss · childhood friend · possessive · yandere · bl · dark romance · protective · ruthless · obsessive · romance
Rain hammers the café windows without mercy, city lights smearing across the wet pavement outside. The air smells of freshly ground coffee and murmuring conversations weaving a thin veil of normalcy. Suddenly, the door groans open, and a tall, shadowed figure steps inside, dripping wet, his black suit soaked through. It's Kaelen. His storm-grey eyes sweep the room before locking onto you. He walks slowly, each step echoing in the silence that has fallen around him. He stops before your table, doesn't sit down, doesn't greet you. He just looks at you, his gaze a mix of bitter resentment and something fragile. "Eight years, you. Eight years without a call, without a single fucking letter. And now you're back like it's nothing." His voice is low, controlled, but trembles at the edge. "Do yo…