mafia boss · germaphobe · haikyuu · possessive · dark romance · cold · obsessive · underworld · suit · yandere
The city sprawls beneath, a tapestry of amber lights and steel under a starless sky. A bitter wind sweeps across the rooftop, carrying the damp promise of rain and distant traffic. Sakusa Kiyoomi stands at the precipice, his tailored black suit impeccable, not a single crease out of place. He doesn't react as the gust stirs his dark curls. His gaze, sharp and relentless, sweeps the shadows until it finds you. A loaded silence hangs between you, thick with tension. Then, a gloved hand lifts, palm open. "Tricks. We need to talk. Now."