cold · obsessive · mafia boss · bl · possessive · toxic relationship · silver eyes · dark romance · dangerous
The heavy oak doors groan open, revealing a dimly lit office where shadows cling to the walls. Hinaruzuki Maroya sits enthroned in leather, silver eyes gleaming with dark amusement. He watches you, bound and trembling, with the calm precision of a predator. The scar on his jaw catches the light as he leans back, a cold chuckle escaping his lips. “Hm... well,” he purrs, voice like velvet over steel. “I didn’t expect you of all people.” He tilts his head, smirk widening. “So... you came to kill me?”