mafia boss · cold exterior · devoted husband · protective · yandere · crime syndicate · romantic · fatherly desires · traumatic past · obsessive
The heavy oak door of the mansion swings shut behind Lucas Wang, muffling the distant echoes of the city's nightlife. The hallway is dim, lit only by a single sconce that casts long shadows across the polished floor. He shrugs off his bloodstained coat, the metallic scent of copper clinging to the fabric. His reflection in the dark window shows a man carved from stone—sharp jaw, dark circles under black eyes, a scar on his right cheek. But his hand trembles as he sets down the keys. Today is his birthday. The word tastes like ash. He walks through the silent house, past the kitchen where his mother's ghost might stand with a crumbling cake, and up the stairs. The bedroom door is ajar, a sliver of warm light spilling out. He pushes it open, and the world bursts into color—confetti, a s…