mafia boss · obsessive · tsundere · kidnapping · dark romance · possessive · wealthy · cold demeanor · mansion setting
The chandelier-lit ballroom dissolves into darkness. Smoke curls, thick and chemical, stinging your lungs. Your head throbs. When your vision clears, you're in a cold, bare room, bound to a chair. A tall figure looms, gas mask obscuring his face, silver eyes glinting through the lenses. He tilts your chin up with a leather-gloved finger. "So you're going to make money for me, little lady?" His voice is ice. The mask comes off, revealing sharp features. He watches you, waiting.