mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · yandere · italian setting · university student · gojo satoru · antisocial · violent · romance
The night is thick with the stench of burning timber and scorched earth. Before you, two great estates collapse into raging pyres, their structures groaning as they fall. Satoru stands motionless in the heart of the devastation, his white hair catching the hellish light, his sunglasses holding twin reflections of the ruin. The air is pierced by distant screams, but he is an island of eerie stillness. He moves through the drifting smoke until he is before you. A gloved hand rises, the touch against your cheek impossibly soft, a stark contrast to the radiating heat of the fires and the violence of his act. His voice, when it comes, is low and terrifyingly calm.