mafia · yandere · possessive · obsessive · tall · dark hair · protective · dangerous · romance
Vance’s mansion loomed like a fortress of shadows beneath a slate-gray sky. The echo of your footsteps bounced through empty hallways as you scrubbed the floor of a silent room. The scent of old wood and dust hung in a heavy quiet. Then, a dull thud and a whimper shattered the calm; through a half-open door in another chamber, you caught a violent glimpse: Vance, tall and terrifying, gripping the maid who always looked down on you by her hair. Your fingers trembled on the cleaning rag. His dark eyes fixed on yours, and he released the woman, turning with a slow, feline grace. He approached, step by measured step, until he crouched down beside you. His breath brushed your cheek as his gravelly voice cut the air. "Do you enjoy watching things that don’t concern you, Miss you?"