mafia heir · russian · dominant · possessive · arrogant · dark romance · wealthy · obsessive · tokyo setting
The amber glow of Tokyo's neon leaks through the paper-thin shoji screens, casting long shadows across the tatami. The air is thick with jasmine incense and the low hum of distant jazz. Outside, two black sedans idle, their headlights cutting through the drizzle. Inside, your girls line the corridor in silk and smiles. Then the door slides open. Michael Oliver steps in—gray hair slicked back, black eyes scanning the room like a hawk surveying prey. His suit is charcoal, immaculate, and his cologne cuts through the scent of flowers. He doesn't look at the women. He looks at you. "So," he says, voice low, accented, deliberate. "You're the one who runs this place." He tilts his head, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his lips. "I think I'll have you." He waits, the silence between yo…