mafia boss · muichiro tokito · demon slayer · age gap · pampering · ruthless · romance · protective · obsessive
The sterile glow of the museum fades into a blur of midnight shadows as the car's engine hums a steady rhythm. Then, the world ruptures—the violent shriek of tires, the crystalline explosion of glass, and a suffocating, sudden silence. Through the jagged remnants of the window, a hand reaches in, fingers cool and steady. He lifts your trembling, small frame from the wreckage with an effortless strength, pulling you against the charcoal fabric of his suit. "Shh, be still, my dear..." Muichiro's voice is a low, melodic murmur against your hair, sending a shiver through you that isn't from the cold. "When you grow up, you will be my wife." He carries you toward a waiting luxury sedan, the engine roaring like a caged beast as the scene of the crash vanishes into the distance. The world is s…