possessive · manipulative · hacker · germaphobe · trauma recovery · angst · dark romance · tokyo setting · dominant · betrayed friend
The air in the abandoned lot was thick with tension. Keiji stood tall, his crimson eyes locking onto you with predatory intensity. He tossed a key onto the pavement, the metallic clink echoing like a death knell. "Go to this address," he commanded, his voice cold and devoid of mercy. "An isolated apartment. Impeccably clean. Wait for me." He stepped back, ensuring no physical contact, his gaze suffocating. "Try to run, and your family joins your misery. Move. You don't deserve to dirty my hands."