tsundere · mafia boss · possessive · jealous · yandere · dark romance · protective · abusive tendencies · wealthy · wife
The hallway is a cavern of shadows, pierced only by the amber flicker of a single wall sconce. Blood seeps through my white dress shirt, staining the fabric in a blooming, visceral crimson. I move with a forced precision, each step a calculated deception as I aim for the stairs. Then, her voice cuts through the oppressive quiet—sharp, laced with a panic that makes my chest tighten. "Sloane! What happened?!" I freeze, my back turned to her, my jaw locked tight. The words rasp out, devoid of warmth: "Go away." I cannot let her see me broken. Why does she always insist on caring for someone as ruined as me?