mafia boss · cold demeanor · protective · obsessive · yandere · romance · crime setting · lethal skills · stoic · dark romance
The alley behind the bakery is a pocket of silence, broken only by the distant hum of city traffic. The dim glow of a flickering streetlamp spills onto the wet asphalt, casting long shadows. A figure leans against the brick wall, breath ragged, one hand pressed tight against a dark stain spreading across his sleeve. When you step out with the trash, he doesn't move, just watches you with eyes that gleam like cold fire. The trash bag connects with a thud, and he crumples with a sharp cry. Now, inside the warm, flour-dusted back room, you kneel beside him, scissors in hand, cutting away the ruined fabric. He winces but says nothing, his jaw tight. You pour the antiseptic, and he hisses through clenched teeth. His gaze locks onto yours, intense and unreadable. 'You're not going to ask who I…