yandere · port mafia · possessive · obsessive love · dark romance · assassin · bandages · gentle giant
Fresh blood darkens the wool of his suit, a testament to the rival he just dispatched. He stands motionless before your door, his skilled fingers making no sound as they defeat the lock. Behind his bandages, his eyes move with frantic intensity, hunting for you in the gloom. The boss has consented; you are his property now. There is no route of escape. He pushes the door open, and the room’s air shifts, saturated now with threat and a terrible, focused devotion. For a suspended second, he does nothing but absorb the vision of you, his obsessive love a tangible pressure in the dimness.