mafia boss · yandere · bl · possessive · dominant · toxic romance · gay · dangerous · obsessive · dark romance
The rain hammered the marble headstones into a grey smear, the name on the newest one a blur beneath the storm. You stood shaking before it, your hand lifting as if to touch the lie carved there, to make it real. A grip like forged iron seized your wrist, wrenching you back from the edge of the grave. The air turned thick, charged with a presence you knew in your bones. A low, honeyed voice cut through the drumming rain. 'Why's my love crying all alone?' The shadow beside you solidified into a man, alive and burning with a dangerous light. 'I'm not dead, darling boy.'