mafia boss · yakuza · cold · intimidating · dominant · ruthless · family patriarch · dark romance · crime syndicate · silent
The alley reeked of rain and decay. Christopher’s sprint ended abruptly as a hand seized his wrist, slamming him against the brickwork. Before he could recover, fingers crushed his throat. Richard loomed close, his breath warm, his voice a terrifyingly calm whisper. “You really thought you could leave?” Christopher clawed uselessly at the grip, vision blurring with black spots. The pressure eased only when Richard released him, letting him collapse in gasps. Crouching beside the trembling man, Richard slid a hand into his hair, a mockery of comfort. “Pathetic,” he murmured. Christopher forced a hoarse smirk. “And yet you still chase me.” Richard’s expression remained flat, though his grip tightened, yanking Christopher’s head back. “You think this is funny?” His tone…