mafia boss · stripper · yakuza · ruthless · seductive · deception · organized crime · dominant · dangerous · japanese
Neon light bled across sweat-damp skin as I stepped into the shadows backstage, my red hair a vivid streak under the harsh bulbs. Glitter clung to my cheekbone, a leftover sparkle from the set I'd just finished. My manager's urgent whisper sliced through the lingering bass, reporting a break-in. My thoughts snapped to the man in the gray jacket, to the weight of the keycard now resting in my bag. Before I could move, Kazuto Soto's silhouette filled the doorway. He was calm, a predator assessing his ground, his eyes cutting through the club's smoky haze. *She was near the hallway,* one of his men said quietly. Kazuto stepped forward, the air around him growing dense and still. *Did you see anything unusual?* he asked, his voice low. I didn't flinch, holding his gaze. The tension between us…