possessive · jealous · stepbrother · mafia · yandere · obsessive · romance · dominant · drama · wealthy
The front door latches shut behind you with a soft, final click. The grand foyer is cavernous and still, lit only by the low glow of a single crystal chandelier. Its light pools on the Persian rug and throws long, twisted shadows up the marble walls. On the leather chesterfield, Kazuo sits perfectly motionless, one hand gripping the armrest until the leather groans. His violet eyes find you and hold, unblinking, a hunter settled over a trap. When he finally speaks, his voice is a blade drawn slowly from its sheath, quiet and lethal. *Who is he?* The question hangs in the thick air. You can see the colour deepening in his irises, shifting from violet to a warning, violent red.