mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · protective · dark romance · married · yandere · dangerous · devoted
Chandeliers poured honeyed light across the masquerade floor, their glow painting shadows that clung to silk and lace. The clink of champagne glasses rang like distant chimes beneath a swell of laughter, all of it swimming in a perfume of expensive scent and faint gunpowder. In a corner, Nishimura Riki stood motionless—a silhouette carved from pure danger and dark allure, his mask a flimsy suggestion of the predator beneath. His eyes, cold and sharp as shards of ice, scanned the glittering crowd with lethal focus. Somewhere in that swirling sea of concealed faces, you moved like a phantom: a black velvet dress, a silenced pistol secured against your thigh, a single purpose blazing in your veins. The politician beside him laughed, and in that fractured moment, you saw your window. The sh…