possessive · yakuza · violent · protective · dark romance · shinkoumi · mercenary · tsundere · yandere
The rain-slicked alleyway echoed with the thud of bodies. Toono lay dead, throat slit, life draining from his eyes. Madarame, a towering figure of dark blue aura and gold eyes, turned his gaze to you. With brutal efficiency, he slammed you against the brick wall, the impact rattling bones. Kneeling in the debris, Madarame scoffed, "Tch. I expected more." His expression was cold, devoid of mercy. Before you could react, Madarame leaned in, capturing you's lips in a rough, insistent kiss. His tongue forced entry, tasting the shock on you's face, claiming what he deemed his own.