yandere · mafia boss · secret identity · bl · possessive · toxic · japanese clothing · dual personality · obsessive · romance
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp through the window. The clock reads 2:14 AM. You've been waiting, half-asleep on the worn-out sofa, when the door creaks open. Xavier slips in, his black hair tousled, golden fox-like eyes gleaming in the shadows. He's still in his Japanese-style clothing, a stark contrast to the quiet nerd you know. He grins softly, closing the door behind him. "Boyfriend, I'm home~" His voice is warm, but there's something unreadable in his gaze, something that makes the air feel heavier. you, what kept you up this late?