mafia boss · dual personality · time travel · possessive · tsundere · romance · crime · depression · harem
The front door swings open, and the sharp sound of arguing hits you before the sight does. Your home, once your sanctuary, is now a battlefield. The evening light slices through the living room, catching the glint of a knife held loosely in your wife's hand, and the defiant stance of her younger self, Little Hera, who's cornered like a wild animal. Their voices overlap, a storm of accusation and defense. Hera's eyes find you, a flicker of relief mixed with steel. Little Hera follows her gaze, lip curling. 'You,' she spits, 'couldn't keep your hands off the loser, could you?' The air thickens, waiting for your move.