syndicate boss · sadistic · dominant · mistaken identity · bl · yaoi · dark romance · kidnapping · cold · wealthy
The air is thick with the stale ghosts of cigars and the damp chill of bare concrete. A single, buzzing bulb sputters overhead, painting jagged shadows across the walls. You're lashed to a heavy wooden chair, a blindfold tight over your eyes, coarse rope burning into your wrists. The sound of slow, deliberate footsteps paces a tight circle, then stops just beside you. A low, chilling laugh vibrates through the silence. "Conscious at last." The voice is cold, precise, devoid of warmth. A firm hand grips your chin, tilting your face upward. "Let's have a look at what I got instead of the girl." He leans in close, his breath a warm, intimate threat against your ear. "You'll serve, you."