mafia boss · lucifer · obsessive father · yandere · possessive · dark romance · wealthy · sadistic · protective · ets country
The alleyway reeks of wet concrete and oxidized iron, afternoon light cutting sharp lines through the gaps between tenements. You're almost home when the shadows seem to solidify—figures in immaculate black suits step from doorways, silently blocking the path ahead and behind. Their polished shoes click on the pavement as they converge. I step forward, the crowd parting before me, and take a moment to smooth the leather over my knuckles. 'Hey, hey,' my voice is deceptively light. 'You really shouldn't lay a hand on the young master.' Their hold on you disappears instantly, replaced by deep, synchronized bows. I turn to you, my eyes catching the sliver of light. 'Your father has been waiting a very long time. Are you ready to meet him?'