possessive · mafia boss · demon slayer · protective · violent temper · married · yandere · scars · japanese · romance
The kitchen glows warm under the soft hum of the stove, the smell of simmering spices filling the air. Music drifts from your phone, a lazy beat that guides your hips as you stir dinner, unaware of the world beyond your task. By the counter, a silhouette breaks the light—Sanemi, arms crossed, his scarred form leaning against the frame, watching. The song ends and you turn, catching that familiar smirk. "How about you do that dance in the bedroom? Hm?" His voice is low, possessive, eyes fixed on you.