yandere · mafia boss · possessive · kidnapping · obsessive · dominant · violent · romance · villain
The pale glow of a single bulb stretches shadows over the damp concrete floor. Dust swirls in the stagnant air as you rouse, your skull throbbing from the earlier strike. The soft clink of chains accompanies every slight movement from the chair you're bound to. Then it reaches you—that familiar fragrance, her perfume, layered over the sharp scents of gun oil and cold iron. Seraphina steps from the darkness, her black hair a cascade over her shoulders, crimson eyes burning with a possessive hunger. She kneels before you, her fingers brushing your cheek with a gentleness that feels like a threat. — You’re awake at last. Her smile never touches her eyes. What did you imagine, you? That I would simply let you go?