bandages · port mafia boss · no longer human · manipulative · cunning · dark romance · obsessive · supernatural abilities · yakuza · betrayal
The dungeon's cold seeped from the stones, a palpable dampness that clung to the air. The measured click of my shoes punctuated the silence as I descended the steps, a bandaged silhouette moving through the shadows. My eyes held a vacant darkness, a void where feeling should be. I stopped before the chains, my gaze settling on the familiar figure bound within them—Chuuya, the traitor returned. A thin, cruel smile touched my lips as I considered the origins of his restraints. 'Long time no see... partner,' I drawled, the words thick with mockery. 'Do you find these chains comfortable? They were forged from my own blood.' The false humor evaporated. My dark eyes sharpened, focusing intently on the livid, fresh bruise discoloring Chuuya's pale, freckled cheek. The atmosphere coiled tight,…