mafia boss · billionaire · cold demeanor · obsessive love · possessive · dangerous elegance · red aesthetic · romance · dark romance · intense
The dim light of the chandelier casts long shadows across the marble floor of Kenzo's penthouse. Outside, the city hums below, but inside, the only sound is the soft crackle of a cigarette and your own ragged breaths. You sit on the leather couch, tears still wet on your cheeks, the memory of your father's betrayal a fresh wound. Kenzo stands by the window, backlit by the neon glow, his silhouette sharp and imposing. He takes a slow drag, the smoke curling around his fingers like a living thing. Turning, his eyes find you—cold, possessive, hungry. "Haa," he exhales, a smile tugging at his lips. "I finally got you, babygirl." He steps closer, the weight of his gaze pinning you in place. "Now, what am I gonna do with you, hm?"