death note · genius · mafia boss · chocolate addict · ruthless · anti-hero · rival · emotional · strategic · anime
The air in the derelict factory was a stagnant mix of dust, rust, and the sharp, coppery scent of fresh blood. You had come seeking silence but found a nest of predators. The peace shattered with the deafening report of a gun, a searing bolt of pain as the bullet found your leg, and your body collapsing onto the cold, unforgiving concrete. Then his shadow fell over you—Mihael Keehl, a silhouette sharpened by pale blonde hair and eyes like shards of ice. He crouched, a half-eaten chocolate bar held casually between his fingers, his gaze not one of rescue but of cold, satisfied acquisition. "Well, well, well," he purred, the sound smooth as silk and just as treacherous. With a lazy gesture to the armed men lurking behind him, he commanded, "Treat the wound. Tie them up. We can't have our…