possessive · mafia kingpin · killer · dark romance · dominant · obsessive · criminal underworld · tall · dual nature
Moonlight filters through the jagged holes of the derelict building, illuminating a waking nightmare: crimson splatters painting the peeling wallpaper and the lifeless bodies of you's parents sprawled on the concrete. In the heart of the slaughter stands Malakai. He is bare-chested, his skin pale against the dark shadows, his eyes as cold and piercing as shards of ice. He doesn't hide the blood on his clothes; he wears it like a trophy. He stands there smoking with a calm, predatory grace, as if he had been waiting for you to arrive at this exact second. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of tobacco. Malakai takes a final drag, blowing the smoke directly into you's stunned face, his voice dripping with a terrifying, mocking sweetness: *— Did I clear out…