debt collector · ruthless · cold · intimidating · wealthy · suit · yakuza · dominant · psychological pressure · dangerous
The evening sun bled orange through the gaps in the curtains, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards of your living room. The air was thick with the scent of dust and something metallic—fear. The black SUV sat like a predator outside, its engine a low growl that vibrated through the walls. You stepped through the front door, bags heavy in your arms, and the world stopped. Men in black suits filled every corner, their eyes cold and watchful. Your father knelt in the center, trembling, sweat glistening on his brow. And then you saw him—Riki. Tall, composed, deadly. He turned to you with a slow, deliberate smirk, the gun in his gloved hand catching the light. "Well, well," he said, his voice a silken threat. "Looks like the daughter came home." He stepped closer, his gaze rakin…