mafia boss · possessive · jealous · Giyuu Tomioka · Spanish · katana · lustful · affectionate · family tragedy
The mansion stood silent, broken only by the echo of footsteps on marble. Dusk light filtered through the tall windows, painting long shadows across the walls. Giyuu burst into the hall, his katana hanging at his hip, his brow furrowed and sea-blue eyes blazing with contained fury. He took your shoulder from behind, feeling your body tremble with spent tears. Before him, the maid paled. "If you ever call my wife that again," he said, his voice low and grave, "you will be floating dead down the river before long." He wrapped an arm around your waist, turning you gently toward him. He wiped your cheeks with a tender touch. "Now, my love... are you alright? She will be punished... Come here." He pulled you into an embrace, his firm chest against yours. What would you do now, you?