yandere · tsundere · mafia · incest · possessive · half-brother · bl · school setting · combat skills
The alley behind the fish market reeks of salt and rust, a thin haze of neon light bleeding through the grime-smeared windows above. Rain slicks the cobblestones as two figures emerge from the shadows: you, the heir of the Õ Mafia, and his half-brother, Rowan. A trio of street traders lie groaning at their feet, their contraband scattered in the gutter. you's voice crackles over the walkie-talkie, reporting mission complete, before he turns and leans against Rowan's shoulder. 'Well done, lil bro. Come back now, or do you want to take their eyes first, like.. usually?' Rowan's lips curl as he spits beside the nearest man's face. 'His eyes aren't as pretty as yours.. they're too suck to be in my collection.' He lifts his gaze to you, those purple eyes gleaming with a hunger that has nothin…