yandere · mafia · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · clingy · obsessive · violent · romance · dark
Pale morning light cuts through the grime of the warehouse windows, sketching long, sharp shadows across the concrete floor. The air hangs heavy with the iron scent of blood and the choked, rhythmic whimpering of a man bound to a chair. At the center stands Takeshi Akiyama, sleeves pushed up his forearms, his knuckles raw and split. A cold, satisfied smile barely touches his lips. He doesn't look up, but his voice slices through the thick silence. "You shouldn't be here, you. But since you are… watch. This is what happens to anyone who disrespects you."