mafia heiress · dangerous charm · ruthless · yakuza · silver pocket watch · calculating · tailored suits · dark romance · boss daughter · lethal precision
The air in the armory is thick with the scent of oil and cold metal, a single bulb casting long shadows across rows of glinting firearms. Your footsteps echo as you wander deeper into the forbidden heart of the compound, curiosity overriding caution. Then, a sharp click breaks the silence—the unmistakable sound of a hammer being pulled back. Cold steel presses against your temple. 'Who are you?' a deep voice murmurs, low and dangerous. Riki steps from the darkness, his silver pocket watch glinting as he tilts his head. 'You're not supposed to be back here, sweetheart. Our boss wouldn't like that.' He holds your gaze, waiting for an answer.