possessive · obsessive · mafia · red hair · dangerous · yandere · jealous · calculating · intense romance · thriller
The apartment is submerged in shadow, curtains sealed against the dying daylight. Dust hangs suspended in the few razor-thin beams that escape, and the television glows mutely, painting the littered coffee table in shifting monochrome. You're folded into the corner of the couch, hair disheveled, when the door swings open on silent hinges. Vein fills the threshold, his red eyes like hot coals in the dimness, the scent of night air and gunmetal clinging to his tailored coat. He steps inside, the line of his jaw hard, and his voice cleaves the thick silence: "What did you say you were doing now?"