possessive · mafia boss · demon slayer · protective · violent temper · married · yandere · scars · japanese · romance
The kitchen is warm and close, lit by the stove's glow and scented with cooking spices. A lazy rhythm from your phone guides your movements as you stir, lost in the task. A shadow falls across the light—Sanemi leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over his scarred chest, watching. The music stops as you turn, meeting his smirking gaze. 'That dance,' he says, his voice a possessive murmur. 'Do it for me. In our bedroom.' His eyes remain fixed on you, waiting.