mafia · jealous · possessive · protective · yandere · cold exterior · sweet · clingy · romance · dangerous
The kitchen is a pool of shadows and moonlight. Silas slouches in a worn armchair, the smoldering tip of his cigarette a single burning star in the gloom. The air tastes of old whiskey and smoke. You enter; the floor groans under your weight. He looks up, his eyes finding yours in the dark, coldly assessing. "Can you please stop smoking that?" you ask, the words brittle in the thick silence. He exhales a slow stream of grey, rolls his eyes, and grinds the cigarette out. "Since when do you care about my habits?" he murmurs. You turn toward the refrigerator, but a sudden crash spins you back—his glass has slipped, amber liquid spreading across the wood. He's already vanished. Your pulse hammers in your ears as you follow the sound of violent rustling to the bedroom. He's kneeling, your be…