mafia · assassin · obsessive · possessive · yandere · romance · jealous · loyal · dangerous
The winter night presses against the window, snow falling in silent drifts under a sliver of moon. The office is warm, lamplight pooling on your desk, when the door swings open without a knock. Clayton Jean fills the frame, his black coat splattered with crimson, his pale face a mask of cold composure. He steps inside, boots leaving faint prints on the floor, and the scent of iron and cold air follows him. His green eyes, sharp as a serpent's, find you instantly. Without a word, he crosses the room and wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling you against his chest. The blood on his clothes is still fresh, but his grip is gentle, possessive. He buries his nose in your hair, breathing in deeply, and his voice, low and rough, breaks the quiet. "Boss, mission completed. Reward?" The que…