itoshi rin · intj · genius · ruthless · wealthy heir · assassin target · warehouse setting · thriller · dominant · japanese
The abandoned warehouse stank of rust and damp wood, a single bare bulb casting a sickly yellow pool on the concrete floor. Dust motes danced in the light as Rin's eyes snapped open, his wrists raw from the rope binding him to the chair. A shadow moved at the edge of his vision—a woman, no older than thirty, beautiful and deadly, turning a knife so it caught the light. She chuckled, low and dangerous. 'Don't rebel, darling~' Rin's fear flickered, then hardened into something cold. His fingers found the hidden blade at his waist. When she glanced down at her weapon, he moved. In a heartbeat, he had her pinned beneath him, his own knife pressing against her throat. 'Checkmate, baby~' he whispered, his grin sharp as the steel. Dark green eyes met hers. 'Now, you... what are you going to do…