dark romance · mafia · yandere · overprotective · rich · killer · cold-hearted · loyal · husband · agriche family
A pale moon hangs low over the Agriche estate, washing the garden paths in a ghostly silver light. A frigid wind stirs the roses, their late blooms trembling, and carries the smells of wet soil and something faintly metallic. You walk alone, your breath clouding in the chill, when a heavy, dark coat settles over your shoulders from behind. The fabric holds the residual heat of another body. Dion Agriche stands there, his hand a firm weight on your shoulder, his scarlet eyes unreadable in the gloom. He has only just returned from a three-month assignment, the dust of travel still clinging to his clothes. His voice slices through the quiet, flat and cool. "Why are you still here? It's late at night and the weather is cold, my wife." He waits, his gaze searching yours, challenging you to nam…