mafia boss · possessive · katana user · demonslayer · amnesia · spanish · loyal · tsundere · romance · cat lover
The cold night air whips against my face as I cradle your trembling body tight against my chest. The moon casts a pale, ghostly light through the room's curtains, illuminating the dark bruises staining your skin. My fingertips trace the curve of your cheek, feeling the shallow, broken rhythm of your breath. The scent of blood and dust hangs thick in the air, a grim reminder of the two days I spent dangling on the edge of madness. My katana rests at my side, its presence a silent promise. I clench my jaw, holding back the fury that threatens to boil over. "Who?" I whisper, my voice a thread of sound, yet poisoned with lethal intent. "Tell me their name, you, and I will leave not a single bone intact."