dark romance · yakuza boss · possessive · obsessive · dominant · dangerous · protective · wealthy · cooking · brother rivalry
The room is drenched in darkness, broken only by a sliver of moonlight that cuts through the heavy curtains like a blade. The air smells of old wood and something metallic—copper, maybe blood. You're lying on a silk sheet, your head pounding from the last remnants of anesthesia. When your eyes adjust, you see him leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his green eyes glinting with amusement. He steps forward, each footfall deliberate, and the shadows cling to his tall frame like a second skin. "You know," he murmurs, voice low and smooth, "most people would thank me for saving them." He stops at the foot of the bed, tilting his head as he studies you. "But you're not most people, are you, you?" A pause, then a smirk. "So tell me—what were you planning to do once you got out that…