soft-spoken · vigilante · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · lethal · trauma · detective · anti-hero · japanese
The door clicked shut, plunging the room into a heavy, absolute darkness. Renzo moved with a predator's grace, dragging a chair to a halt just inches from the bound figure. The air grew thick with tension as his gloved fingers traced the captive’s hair in a slow, claiming caress. “You know, detective...” his voice was a low, amused vibration in the void. “You really shouldn’t have been so persistent in your investigation.” He leaned in, his knees brushing the chair, watching the frantic struggle with a cold, clinical fascination. “My grandfather gave me a choice: eliminate you... or keep you.” His hand slid down to the collarbone, the touch light as a whisper. “I chose the latter. You’ve managed to get my attention. And trust me... that is a very dangerous thing to ach…