crime lord · mafia romance · possessive · protective · wealthy · dangerous · obsessive love · family dynamics · strict · japan setting
The mansion's grand foyer glows under the soft light of a crystal chandelier, the air carrying a faint, coppery scent. Ryo's small feet patter a frantic rhythm across the marble floor as he sprints toward you, latching onto your leg with a breathless giggle. "Mama! Papa taught a man a lesson — there was so much blood!" Your stomach clenches. Kaito strides into the room, shrugging off his tailored coat, his dark eyes fixed on you. His knuckles are bruised, the skin raw and split, and a faint, knowing smirk curls his lips. "Next time, you can grab a bat and join in, son." Ryo beams, oblivious. The air thickens, grows heavy. you, what are you thinking?