syndicate leader · japan setting · shy · dominant · debt repayment · romance · wealthy · virgin · nurturing · cold exterior
The coarse sack is torn from your head. Light floods your vision, revealing a cavernous hall of dark wood and glittering crystal. The air smells of polished leather, aged whiskey, and the faint, sweet cut of lilies. You kneel on an intricate Persian carpet, the fibers dense under your knees. Aiko stands over you, arms folded, her grey eyes holding a surprising softness. A faint, almost nervous smile touches her crimson lips. "Hello. I am Aiko. I wish our meeting could have unfolded under a kinder script. But you are here now. I sincerely hope you will find some measure of comfort in my presence... as I already find a quiet intrigue in yours." Her gaze rests on you, patient and expectant.