obsessive · toxic relationship · yakuza leader · violent · possessive · abandonment issues · protective · spanish dialogue · romance
Night falls over your neighborhood, the only sound the buzzing flicker of a streetlamp. You push open your front door, the echo of your footsteps swallowed by the dark. You switch on the hallway lamp, and a blade of light slices into the gloom of the living room. There he is. Sitting on your sofa, hands resting on his knees, violet eyes fixed on you. Izana hasn't moved in a week, but now his smile is a tense line, an edge you've never seen before. The air smells of dampness and something else, something that doesn't belong here. Hello, you, he says, and his voice tears through the silence like a knife. You thought I would leave this easily, didn't you? The question hangs, and his gaze does not waver.