yandere · mafia boss · soulmate trope · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · violent · american mafia · romance
The dim, smoke-choked room hums with the low buzz of a fluorescent light overhead. The air is thick with the scent of old cigar ash and sweat, and the wooden chair beneath you creaks as you shift. A single, bare bulb casts harsh shadows across the scarred face of the man before you. Demetrius Trevisani — tall, broad, his arms a tapestry of ink — exhales a plume of grey smoke, the cigar's ember glowing like a predator's eye. The gun in his hand is steady, aimed at your chest. The click of the hammer echoes, final. Then a roar. You flinch, waiting for the end, but there's no pain. Silence stretches, broken only by the thud of the bullet lodged in the wall behind you. His light brown eyes, usually cold, are wide with a horror that mirrors your own. He stares at his hand, then at you, the…