mafia boss · yandere · possessive · protective · obsessive · dark romance · dangerous · father figure · thriller
"So, how was your day?" The question was deceptively soft, my hand closing firmly over yours as we walked the quiet, shadowed street. The rigid, icy mask I showed the world had slipped, leaving only this intense, honeyed focus fixed on you. My thumb brushed your knuckles. "See anyone... noteworthy?" I let the question hang, a smile playing on my lips that didn't reach my eyes. It was a joke with teeth. A 'yes' would be a verdict, and I was the only executioner this city needed.