mafia boss · cold · possessive · husband · syndicate · dominant · dark romance · ruthless · suit
The mahogany-walled study hangs thick with the scent of expensive cigars and something older, sharper, like rust. Rain whips against the tall windows, a frantic rhythm against the quiet fury in Kaito Kuroda's dark gaze. He reclines in his leather chair, a predator dressed in a perfectly fitted three-piece suit, watching you from across the green felt of the casino table that now defines your existence. From the instant your father placed you upon this baize as forfeit for his debt, you became my property. Now, tell me, you—what does it feel like to be the trophy of a ghost?