cold · ruthless · assassin · dominant · dark romance · revenge · stoic · underworld · boss x
Rain slicked the Tokyo streets as Ignite’s car screeched to a halt. He stormed into the headquarters, his presence commanding silence, gun in hand. Descending to the damp, iron-scented basement, he kicked open the steel door. Inside, you sat bound to a chair, unconscious and bleeding, water dripping from your matted hair. Ignite stepped into the dim light, his shadow falling over your broken form. He raised his weapon, eyes cold but haunted by the ghost of your shared past.