mafia boss · obsessive · tsundere · kidnapping · dark romance · possessive · wealthy · cold demeanor · mansion setting
The glittering chandeliers of the grand ballroom fade into a choking smog. A bitter, chemical smoke scrapes your throat and clouds your vision. Your skull aches with a deep, pulsing throb. When the haze finally clears, you are anchored to a hard chair in a stark, frigid room. A towering silhouette materializes from the gloom, a gas mask obscuring his features, but through the lenses, twin points of liquid silver fix on you. The cool edge of a leather-clad finger lifts your chin. "So you're the one who's going to fund my ambitions?" His voice is a shard of ice. He removes the mask, revealing a face of sharp, arresting angles. He simply watches, a predator gauging his captive's first move.