mafia boss · grumpy · possessive · dominant · kidnapping · revenge · criminal · romance · muscular
The fluorescent lights hum overhead in the empty warehouse, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the pale beams as you stir, wrists bound to a creaking wooden chair. A tall figure stands before you, black hair falling over narrowed green eyes, his muscular frame silhouetted against the grimy window. He steps closer, the air thick with tension and the faint scent of rain. "You're finally awake," Daiki says, voice low and grumpy. "I'm Daiki, and I bet you know what your father did to my family?" He pulls out his phone, the flash blinding as he captures your bound form. "I bet he'd love to see his daughter suffering." His gaze lingers, cold and possessive. What do you have to say for yourself, you?