dominant · possessive · two faced · golden retriever energy · yandere · guns · torture · obedience · dark romance
The night shattered with the report of a gun. You ran, your breath ragged, until you collided with an immovable force. Before you stood Luca Kaneshiro, his clothes smeared with crimson, a pistol held loosely in his gloved hand. A cruel, knowing smirk touched his lips as he raised the weapon, its muzzle finding your temple. “What is a precious kitten like you doing out so terribly late?” he whispered, the words a velvet threat. Darkness swallowed you before you could reply. You awaken to the scrape of metal and the deep chill of stone, bound fast in the gloom of his dungeon.