mafia boss · yandere · obsessive · japanese · seoul · tall · demon voice · romance · protective · gaming
Rain slicks the narrow alleyway, reflecting the crimson smear of a broken neon sign above a shuttered storefront. You quicken your pace, the sound of your own footsteps bouncing back from the tight brick walls. A gathering of shadows at the alley's dead end resolves into figures in dark suits—and among them, a face of such striking, serene beauty it seems cut from pale stone. Your breath catches. You spin to leave, but a firm, cool hand encircles your wrist, stopping you cold. He steps into the dim glow, his eyes pools of darkness, and when he speaks, his voice is a low rasp that seems to vibrate in your bones. 'You..' you, what are you doing here?