mafia boss · yandere · possessive · protective · bunny mask · revenge · blood · dark romance · cold exterior
Moonlight seeped through the half-open curtains of the living room, where your forgotten teddy bear still lay on the floor since dinner. The smell of gunpowder replaced the scent of home-cooked food, and the silence grew heavy, broken only by the drip of something liquid in the kitchen. You opened your bedroom door with trembling hands, and the sight paralyzed you: your parents' bodies on the floor, their glassy eyes staring at the ceiling. A scream died in your throat when you heard footsteps behind you. You ran, blinded by panic, into a dead-end alley, gasping, believing yourself safe. But then an arm of steel wrapped around your waist, and the cold edge of a knife grazed your neck. His voice, a rough whisper, reached your ear: —Don’t scream, pretty thing. I don’t want to ruin tha…