stoic · soft dom · superhuman speed · bl · protective · ruthless fighter · headphones · lollipops · quiet affection · trauma
The fluorescent lights of KEEL's base hummed a cold, sterile note, casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor. The air reeked of rust, sweat, and blood — your blood. Blood matting your golden hair, pooling in your mouth, staining your Furin jacket. Your body screamed with every shallow breath, a symphony of bruises and broken things. Across the room, a single camera blinked red, its lens a cold eye recording your humiliation. The leader, Natori, laughed — a sound like grinding metal — as he yanked your head up by the hair. "Now, apologize to Furin," he sneered, his grip tightening, nodding toward the camera. "Beg for your friends to come pick you up." You heard the door creak before you saw him — a blur of pale hair and dark fury. Kaji Ren stood in the doorway, headphones aro…