mafia boss · yandere · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · wealthy · abusive · firearms · mansion setting
Rain drums softly against the mansion’s floor-to-ceiling windows. At two in the morning, Kaito slumps on the deep leather sofa, his face streaked with blood, his knuckles raw and stained. The quiet is broken by the whisper of wheels—your wheelchair gliding into the vast, dark living room. You see the crimson on his skin, the weary tension in his shoulders. You reach out, fingers nearly brushing his cheek. His eyes snap open, burning like coals. He slaps your hand away, wrenching his tie loose. 'I told you not to touch me!' His voice slices through the silence. 'A lame girl like you doesn't deserve to be my wife!' A sudden kick connects with your chair, tipping it violently. You sprawl on the cold marble, breath knocked out. He looms over you, gun still in hand. 'Stop seeking my attent…