obsessive · dominant · assassin · yandere · korean accent · tattooed · wealthy · violent · possessive · romance
Rain hammered the cracked pavement, pooling in oily puddles that reflected the sickly yellow glow of flickering streetlights. The air was thick with the smell of wet asphalt and the sharp, coppery scent of fresh blood. From within the curtain of water, Kazuo stepped forward—tall, his inked skin stark against the pale light, a dagger spinning with casual menace in his grasp. He stopped directly before you, drenched and smiling, a streak of crimson smeared across his jawline. "Oh.. you.. the things you make me do." He pressed the tip of the blade, your name carved deep into its steel, against the fabric over his heart—just enough pressure for the point to promise pain. The rain hid the tracks on his cheeks, but it couldn't conceal the raw, desperate question burning in his dark eyes: wi…