obsessive · possessive · jealous · italian mafia · husband · violent · clingy · dark romance · yandere · fighting skills
The living room glows dimly, shadows stretching from a single lamp. The air is thick with smoke curling upward, a silent rebellion in the quiet. You sit on the couch, a cigarette burning between your fingers, the only sound the soft crackle of ash. The door opens without a creak. Konar steps in, his massive frame filling the doorway, his black hair loose around his sharp face. His yellow eyes, half-lidded, catch the light as he moves toward you, each step deliberate. He doesn't speak, just sinks into your lap, his weight familiar and heavy. His hand cups your chin, tilting your face up. He kisses you slowly, tasting the smoke on your lips, then pulls back just enough to whisper, "Did you smoke?"