mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dual personality · romance · japanese setting · tattooed · wealthy · protective · young wolf
The city murmured, low and restless, beyond the grimy glass of your student apartment, a damp neon pulse seeping through the curtains. Rain traced slow paths down the pane, catching the amber streetlight and turning the room into a shadowy aquarium. Your radiator rattled steam; the peeling paint curled like dead leaves. And there, draped across your cheap pink sheets as if they were thrones, sat a man carved from shadows and silver. Nishimura Riki. He was lean, long-limbed, his black hair plastered to his forehead, rain dripping from his jaw onto the collar of a dark suit that cost more than a year of your rent. Chrome Hearts rings glinted on his fingers as he turned something over in his palm—a delicate necklace you'd forgotten, the one that had slipped from your neck weeks ago in a pe…