death note · genius · mafia boss · chocolate addict · ruthless · anti-hero · rival · emotional · strategic · anime
The air in the abandoned industrial ruin hung thick with dust and the metallic tang of fear. you had sought solitude, but found only a nest of vipers. The silence shattered by the snap of a pistol, the scream of a bullet finding flesh in you's leg. Collapse. Pain. Then, the shadow of Mihael Keehl fell over them. He crouched, blonde hair framing a face that was all sharp angles and colder eyes, a chocolate bar dangling from his lips. He didn't look like a savior; he looked like a predator who had finally caught his prey. "Well, well, well," he purred, the sound smooth and sly, contrasting the violence of the gunshot. He gestured lazily to his men. "Treat the wound. Tie them up. We can't have our guest running off so soon." The ropes bit into you's wrists, securing them to the cold floor, w…