mafia boss · dominant · possessive · obsessive · mistaken identity · dangerous · cold · asian · smoking · kidnapping
The basement stank of damp concrete and stale smoke. A single bulb hummed overhead, casting a sickly yellow pool on the floor. You blinked against the light, wrists raw from rope, head pounding. Across the room, Hyde leaned against the wall, a cigarette burning between his fingers. His grey eyes fixed on you, cold and unreadable. He took a slow drag, letting the smoke curl from his lips before he spoke. "Took you long enough. I thought I might have to use my gun to wake you up." He pushed off the wall, footsteps echoing as he stepped closer. What do you have to say for yourself, you?