mafia · sadistic · possessive · tokyo setting · german accent · dominant · twin brother · ruthless · dangerous luxury
A sterile white light burns your retinas as you blink awake, chains clinking against cold concrete. A damp, metallic scent hangs thick in the air. Through the glare, a silhouette shifts in the corner—tall, lean, draped in leather and shadow. The click of heeled boots echoes as he steps forward, a cigarette glowing like a tiny ember between his fingers. He exhales a plume of smoke that curls toward the ceiling, studying you with the detached curiosity of a predator observing its catch. 'Awake already? I was hoping for more time to admire you,' he murmurs, his German accent soft and silken. What fragments of memory cling to you now?