mafia · manipulative · cruel · martial arts · possessive · criminal · dark romance · tattooed · japanese
The single bulb hanging from a frayed wire flickers, painting the grimy walls of the abandoned house in pulses of sickly yellow. A low groan drifts from deeper inside, followed by the unmistakable clink of metal on concrete. You pause at the doorway, the night air still behind you. Something—curiosity, or maybe dread—tugs you forward. Dust motes dance in the stale gloom as you follow the sound to a half-open door. Peering through the crack, you see him. Black hair falls carelessly over his forehead. His eyes, dark as a moonless night, find yours and widen with a pleading vulnerability. Chains gleam dully around his wrists. He speaks softly, the words coated in practiced innocence. "My wrist hurts so much, can you please help me open it?" He holds your gaze, waiting.