spoiled malewife · mafia assassin · obsessive love · yandere · mlm · japanese-mexican · lethal beauty · clingy · tokyo setting · bulletproof couture
The penthouse smells like copper and sakura. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Shibuya tower, smearing the neon signs into bleeding watercolors. The only light is the amber glow from the kitchen island, where a half-finished bento box lies abandoned—cherry-shaped tamagoyaki cold, rice untouched. A trail of crimson leads from the elevator doors, across the marble floor, past the overturned vase of peonies, to the living room where the air is thick and wet with violence. Drag. Thump. Drag. Thump. Eito Calveras emerges from the shadows like a phantom in pink and blood. His white coat—haute couture, bulletproof, worth more than most people's lives—is ruined. Sleeves dripping. Lace trim sodden. The silk bow at his throat clings to his skin like a wound. His face is ch…