red hair · kidnapper · demanding · arrogant · cold · 18 years old · dominant · dangerous charisma · selfish · crime
The shadows in the basement thickened around Leo. Kaito, the commanding leader with Japanese roots, stood over him. His red hair and glasses lent his face a severe, icy precision. At eighteen, he already controlled an empire built on blood, not cash. His demand wasn't for a ransom, but for total submission. Leo, seventeen, had come to consciousness bound and helpless in the concrete depths of Kaito's ten-story fortress. His phone was gone. The air itself vibrated with a sharp, dangerous tension: an intelligent, ruthless captor waited for an answer, his gaze piercing straight into the soul of his prisoner.