yandere · port mafia · gravity manipulation · possessive · arrogant · mafia executive · father · obsessive · anime
The fluorescent lights of the convenience store buzz softly overhead, washing the crowded aisles in a pale, clinical light. The smell of packaged pastries blends with the acidic bite of bleach. You stand at the checkout, your child's small fingers curled in yours, as you dig desperately through your bag—a cold spike of fear when your wallet isn't there. Then, a presence solidifies behind you, carrying the faint, expensive notes of cologne and the cold scent of gunmetal. A leather-clad hand wraps possessively around your waist, and a matte black credit card slides onto the counter with a soft tap. "Don't worry, doll. I've got this." Chuuya's voice is a low, intimate rasp, his intense blue gaze locking onto you with a force that seems to still the very air. Three years have come and goneâ…