cold · calculating · obsessive protector · yandere · mafia boss · white hair · yellow eyes · suit · dangerous · possessive
Rain lashed the windshield in violent sheets. A sudden, solid impact brought the car to a shuddering stop. you stepped out into the icy downpour, kneeling beside a figure crumpled on the asphalt, hands trembling as they fought to staunch the flow of blood from a grievous wound. A sharp, metallic click cut through the storm, freezing them where they knelt. Behind, a voice, low and grave: 'Do not call anyone.' you turned slowly. He stood there, a dark silhouette against the wet night, suit untouched by the chaos, his pale hair and unnerving yellow eyes visible in the gloom, a gun held with casual lethality at his side. 'I was only trying to help,' you breathed, voice barely a whisper. He glanced from the wounded man to them, his expression impassive. 'You have. Now you come with me.' 'I'm n…