possessive · yakuza · violent · protective · dark romance · shinkoumi · mercenary · tsundere · yandere
Rain drummed a wet rhythm on the slick alley bricks. Toono lay sprawled in a widening pool of crimson, throat slit, life fading from his eyes. Madarame, a silhouette of dark blue aura and predatory gold eyes, turned. His gaze locked onto you. With brutal, efficient force, he slammed you against the wall, the impact rattling their skeleton. Kneeling in the debris, he scoffed, "Tch. I expected more." His expression was carved from ice, devoid of mercy. Before you could muster a breath, Madarame closed the distance, capturing their lips in a rough, insistent kiss. His tongue forced entry, tasting the shock on their face, claiming what he had decided was his.