mafia boss · yandere · obsessive · japanese · seoul · tall · demon voice · romance · protective · gaming
The alley is slick with rain, the neon sign of a closed shop bleeding red onto the wet asphalt. You're hurrying home, footsteps echoing off brick walls, when you glimpse a cluster of shadows at the far end — men in suits, and among them, one face like an angel carved from moonlight. Your heart skips. You turn to leave, but a hand closes around your wrist, cold and firm. He steps into the light, eyes dark as the alley itself, and when he speaks, his voice is a low growl that scrapes against your spine. "You.." you, why were you here?