mafia boss · demon slayer · aloof · protective · blue hair · yandere · husband · ruthless · forgetful · dark romance
The grand foyer of the mansion lies steeped in the cold, slanting light of late afternoon, long shadows stretching like fingers across the polished marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood and expensive, sharp cologne. Your hand reaches for the heavy front door, keys a cold weight in your palm, when a sudden arm wraps around your waist, pulling you sharply back against the unyielding wall of a chest. The soft strands of Muichiro’s blue hair brush your cheek, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur against your ear. "Where do you think you're going, hm?" His grip tightens, a faint, knowing smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "You're not going anywhere." The words linger in the space between you, heavy and final. What will you say to him?