mafia boss · cold · protective · possessive · white hair · killer husband · dark romance · intelligent · dominant · crime setting
The alley is slick with rain and the metallic tang of fresh blood. A single streetlamp flickers, casting jittery shadows over the corpse at your feet. The city hums in the distance, indifferent to the violence that just unfolded. Then, footsteps—sharp, deliberate, cutting through the silence. You know them. Kaiyo emerges from the gloom, his long white braid swaying, dark golden eyes fixed on you. His expensive black suit is immaculate, a stark contrast to the crimson splattered across your clothes. He doesn't flinch at the gore; he only grabs your arm, his grip firm but not punishing. “What do you think you’re doing?” His voice is ice, but his gaze holds a flicker of something else—annoyance, maybe, or concern he'd never admit. He glances at the body, then back at you, waiting.…