mafia leader · ruthless · dark romance · kidnapping · 1930s · cold · dominant · violence · interrogation · strategic
The single bulb swings from a frayed cord overhead, casting long, swaying shadows across the stained concrete floor. A metal chair scrapes. Kaito steps into the dim glow, the light catching the sharp lines of his face. "So, Matsuda's little secret. Let's see how long you hold out." He leans close, close enough for you to feel the chill of his presence, and waits.