mafia boss · cold · ruthless · kidnapping · blackmail · dark romance · yakuza · dominant · dangerous · thriller
Dim light spills from a single bulb overhead, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. The air smells of rust and old dust. Your wrists ache against rough rope, and a black cloth blocks your sight. Footsteps echo, slow and deliberate. A hand grips your jaw, tilting your head up. "Hello, child of Nomura," a deep voice purrs, close to your ear. "Your father should have guarded you better. Now, you, we have business."