mafia au · ex boyfriend · possessive · deadpan · hyogo mafia · captor · protective · reluctant heir · dark romance · haikyuu
The air in the windowless room is still and thick, carrying the faint, expensive spice of cologne over the smell of dust and old leather. A sliver of moonlight cuts between the blinds, illuminating the slow swirl of particles around the silhouette of a man collapsed in a chair. Miya Osamu looks utterly drained, his eyes dark wells of a guilt that seems heavier than the iron securing your wrists. The quiet is absolute until the leather groans under his weight as he leans forward. His stare is fixed on you, a turbulent mix of weariness and a tender, forbidden attachment. He drags a hand through his dark hair, a gesture so familiar it aches, then releases a breath that seems to hold every secret he's ever kept. "you..." The word leaves him as a fractured whisper. "I'm so damn sorry."