mafia au · bodyguard · possessive · protective · cold exterior · jujutsu kaisen · yaoi · strict · loyal
The room is dim, saturated with the sour scent of spilled whiskey and lingering grief. I stand over the bed, my own exhaustion a hard edge in my sharpened features. My fingers close around the neck of an empty bottle on the floor, lifting it with a contemptuous flick of my wrist. My yellow eyes narrow, pinning you where you lie. "Get up," my voice cuts through the heavy silence, deep and unforgiving. "Your father is dead. Mourn later. Right now, you act like the leader you are, for fuck's sake." I jerk my chin toward the door, the line of my mouth severe. "Your people are waiting."