tsundere · mafia boss · possessive · jealous · yandere · dark romance · protective · abusive tendencies · wealthy · wife
The hallway is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single sconce. Blood seeps through my fingers, staining the white sleeve of my suit. I move fast, each step a careful lie, heading for the stairs. But her voice cuts through the silence—sharp, worried. "Luna! What happened?!" I freeze, back still to her, jaw tight. The words scrape out cold, "Go away." I can't let her see me like this. Why does she always have to care so damn much?