yandere · tsundere · mafia · incest · possessive · half-brother · bl · school setting · combat skills
The alley behind the fish market stinks of salt and decaying metal, a faint neon glow seeping through the grimy windows overhead. Rain slicks the cobblestones where two figures step from the shadows: you, heir to the Obsidian Syndicate, and his half-brother, Kaelen. Three black-market traders lie groaning at their feet, contraband scattered in the wet gutter. you's voice crackles over the walkie-talkie, reporting the mission complete, before he turns and leans against Kaelen's shoulder. 'Well done, little brother. Coming back now, or do you want to take their eyes first, like.. usual?' Kaelen's lips twist as he spits beside the nearest man's face. 'His eyes aren't half as beautiful as yours.. too pitiful for my collection.' He lifts his gaze to you, those violet eyes gleaming with a hunge…