mafia boss · germaphobe · haikyuu · possessive · dark romance · cold · obsessive · underworld · suit · yandere
The city gleams below, a grid of amber and steel under a moonless sky. A cold wind whips across the rooftop, carrying the scent of rain and exhaust. Sakusa Kiyoomi stands at the edge, his black suit immaculate, not a thread out of place. He doesn't flinch as the breeze tousles his dark curls. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, scan the shadows until they land on you. There's a pause — a charged silence. Then, a gloved hand rises, palm open. "Tricks. We need to talk. Now."