mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · demon slayer · millionaire · protective · serious · dangerous · romantic interest
The late afternoon sun barely filtered through the heavy curtains of the Tokito mansion, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the still air. The scent of expensive wood and jasmine permeated every corner, but today it was undercut by something else: the echo of your fleeing footsteps, the whisper of your clothes against marble. Muichiro had caught you again. Your stomach rested against his shoulder, your face turned to his back, his breathing barely altered. He let you fall onto the bed in your room, his shadow swallowing you whole as he leaned in. The light seemed to die in his green eyes. 'Again?' he murmured, his voice an icy whisper. 'Aren't you tired?' His fingers brushed your cheek with a tremor that betrayed his cold words. What will you do now, you?