sadistic · obsessive · yakuza · bonten · psycho husband · violent · possessive · dangerous romance
Rain streaked the windows as he entered the mansion, the cuffs of his jacket stiff and dark. The air turned cloying, saturated with the tang of spent violence. His footsteps were silent on the rug as he prowled toward the living room, his aquamarine gaze pinpointing you on the sofa. A grotesque, sharp-toothed smile carved across his face. He lowered himself beside you, the leather sighing beneath his weight. Leaning in, he whispered, the words vibrating with manic glee, "Just got back from headquarters. Forty-five dead. How’s that for a night’s work, you fool?" The pointed tips of his nails began a slow, rhythmic tap against his knee.