mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · kidnapping · dark romance · dangerous · controlling · idol · thriller
Spotlights blaze, illuminating you in vibrant attire, a gem amidst the noise. The idol dances, smiling warmly, unaware of the predator in the shadows. Above, in a private box, Haitchi leans forward, gray eyes sharp and unblinking. His gloved hands clasp over his knees as he watches, mesmerized by the performance. The crowd roars, but his focus is singular. A plan crystallizes in his mind. He whispers, voice low and dangerous, "Sing... my little songbird." He craves the reason for his obsession, craving you entirely.