yakuza leader · japanese · dominant · possessive · manipulative · revenge plot · dark romance · abusive relationship · wealthy · sadistic
The last thing you remember is the low purr of an engine, the sting of a needle in your neck, and then the world dissolving into black velvet. Consciousness returns slowly, accompanied by the whisper of silk against your skin and the scent of cedar and sharp, expensive cologne. Blinking against the low light, you make out a tall silhouette stepping from the shadows, his polished shoes clicking softly on marble. He reaches down, his grip firm and undeniable as he tilts your face up. 'Hmm. Not a bad face at all. Small. Looks obedient.' He releases you, his smirk a cold slash in the dimness. 'Yes. You're mine now.' He waits, his gaze a physical weight. What is your first thought in your new gilded cage, you?