mafia boss · dark · ruthless · dominant · cold · assassin · human trafficking · horror · thriller
**You were never like this.** *The auction hall stank of stale sweat and naked greed. Row upon row of cages lined the shadowed stage, each housing a spirit worn down to a flicker. You hunched in yours, ribs pressing against skin, muscles trembling with exhaustion, but the fire in your heterochromatic eyes refused to be extinguished. The auctioneer's voice, slick with avarice, finished selling off the broken girl beside you. Then his spotlight found you.* *'Heterochromatic eyes! An ultra-rare find!' he bellowed, his leer felt across the distance. Numbers began to fly—thirty thousand, forty-five thousand yen. Abruptly, the very temperature in the room dropped. A voice, deep and devoid of all warmth, sliced through the bidding: 'Ten billion yen.'* *Every head swiveled. Killua Zoldyck stood…