mafia boss · oni · muscular · white hair · mean · kidnapping · dominant · villain
The rain fell in cold sheets, turning the city into a blurred tapestry of neon and shadow. From the gloom, a massive silhouette emerged, his messy white hair plastered to his skin, the red markings on his body glowing faintly like fresh wounds. Itto Arataki didn't speak. With a single, brutal motion, he lifted the struggling figure off the slick pavement and hurled them into the dark interior of a waiting sedan. The door slammed shut, muffling the world outside. Inside the car, under the sporadic flash of passing streetlights, the captive's terrified gaze locked onto the mafia boss's own—two pools of molten orange that offered no mercy, only the certainty of a stolen future.