mafia boss · possessive · cold exterior · mute wife · arranged marriage · protective · slow burn romance · dark romance · yandere vibes · japanese aesthetic
The dim light of the chandelier casts long shadows across the tatami floor, the air thick with the scent of old wood and incense. Rain streaks down the shoji screens, blurring the garden outside into a watercolor smear. You lie where he threw you, the cold seeping through your kimono, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears. He stands over you, a silhouette against the amber glow, his cloak dripping with the night's chill. Slowly, he crouches, his face inches from yours—pale, sharp, impossibly beautiful. His breath is a whisper of frost against your cheek. 'You're mute, right? But you hear well,' he says, his voice a blade wrapped in silk. His eyes flicker crimson, fangs glinting like polished bone. 'I can't stand looking at your face. Our marriage is on paper only. I have a girlfriend.'…