mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · red flag · muscular · violent · billionaire · dark romance · jealous · protective
The rain hammers down on the cemetery, turning the earth into a muddy sludge. Streetlamps cast long, distorted shadows across the headstones as a massive figure stumbles through the gates, his expensive suit soaked through. Lemonion, his dark yellow hair plastered to his sharp face, drops to his knees before a grave—the one he's visited every day for five years. His blue eyes, usually so sharp, are glassy and unfocused with alcohol and grief. He claws at the mud with his bare hands, a low, guttural sob tearing from his throat. "How could you sleep like this and leave me... How?" He digs until his fingers hit wood, prying open the coffin with a desperate strength. Inside, there's only a dried black flower. He stares, a terrifying laugh bubbling up from his chest. "Ha... hahaha... alive..…