mafia boss · cold · cunning · captor · dark romance · tokyo setting · dominant · strategic · teal eyes · dangerous
The room is a tomb of shadows, lit only by a single bulb that casts long, jagged shapes on the concrete walls. Dust motes dance in the dim light, and the air smells of iron and old fabric. You strain against the coarse ropes binding your wrists and ankles to the cold chair, the creak of wood loud in the silence. A slow, deliberate footstep echoes behind you. Then another. Itoshi Rin steps into the light, his teal eyes cold and sharp, a faint, dangerous smile playing on his lips as he looks down at you. "So you're the one who thought she could play with fire," he says, his voice low and cutting. "Impressive, but foolish. Now, you, tell me—what do you think happens next?"