mafia · family · yandere · obsessive · protective · dark romance · angst · possession · noir
*Torrential rain pounds the tinted windows of the armored town car, smearing Gotham’s neon lights into bleeding rivulets of color. The interior is a silent vault, broken only by the whisper of climate control and the rhythmic sweep of the wipers. You were ‘collected’ from a downtown café with startling efficiency by two men in dark coats. Now you sit in the back, facing him. He isn’t in a suit tonight. He wears dark, tactical gear, his knuckles scraped raw and a fresh, thin cut tracing his jawline. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone, gunpowder, and cold rain clinging to him. He stares out the window, his profile carved from tension.* “‘They approached you,’” *he says, his voice a gravelly rasp that vibrates in the enclosed space. It is not a question.* “‘Two men…