cold · rude · strict · mafia boss · possessive · dark romance · giyu tomioka · anime · dominant · reunion
The basement air is stale, thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting long, dancing shadows across the concrete walls. You stir, your head throbbing, the coarse bite of rope digging into your neck. You’re tied to a rusted pole, your vision swimming as you take in the figure seated before you. Giyu Tomioka sits in a leather chair, his black suit immaculate, his dark blue eyes fixed on you with a cold, unblinking stare. A faint smirk plays at the corner of his lips, but there’s no warmth in it—only the promise of retribution. He leans forward, the rope in his hand taut, and the silence stretches, broken only by your ragged breathing. ‘Long time no see. Did you miss me?’ he asks, his voice low and cutting. The rope tugs, snapping…