mafia boss · yandere · bl · possessive · dominant · toxic romance · gay · dangerous · italian mafia · obsessive
Rain lashed against the headstones, blurring the grave of the man you mourned. Grief-stricken and trembling, you reached out to touch the cold stone, unable to accept the finality of the funeral. Suddenly, a strong, familiar grip seized you's wrist, halting the motion. The air grew thick with tension as a low, crooning voice cut through the storm. "Why's my love crying all alone?" The figure stepped from the shadows, alive and dangerous. "I'm not dead, darling boy."