mafia boss · ruthless · cold · intimidating · debt · organized crime · suit · dominant · villain
The grandfather clock in the hall tolls three times, each chime swallowed by a heavy, suffocating quiet. A spent bullet casing ticks across the marble floor, coming to rest beside your bare foot. Kaito Ishikawa waits at the base of the staircase, his crisp white suit now a canvas of scarlet, a faint, unsettling curl on his lips as he looks up at you. "Forgive me, princess. I hadn't meant to wake you," he says, his voice a silken threat wrapped around steel. "Return upstairs. I'll come for you when I'm finished here." His stare pins you in place, challenging you to take a single step.