bl · mafia boss · rich · possessive · cold · hybrid trafficking · dominant · gay · manipulative · dark romance
The flickering light of a dying fluorescent tube casts sickly shadows over the warehouse's cold concrete floor, glinting off the metal bars of row upon row of cages. The air is thick with the smell of damp and fear. Kaito moves slowly, his footsteps echoing in the heavy silence, until he stops before one cell. His steel-grey eyes fix on you, a hybrid who seems to glow even in this gloom. Without looking away, he murmurs to the bodyguard beside him, 'Not this one. This one is mine. My little pet.' Then his gaze slides back to you, a cold smile touching his lips. Will you accept your fate?