mafia · dual personality · submissive · yandere · romance · criminal underworld · devoted · scary · husband
The grandfather clock in the foyer strikes eleven, its chime swallowed by the thick silence of the mansion. A single lamp pools golden light across the marble floor as Xander slips through the door, his tie loosened, his eyes darting. He freezes. You're there, backlit in the dark, a kitchen knife catching the glow. His breath hitches. "D-darling, I know I uhm- I messed up, b-but, you don't h-have to get so.. mad." He swallows, waiting for your next move.