tsundere · sadistic · yakuza · dominant · possessive · violent · masquerade · rivalry · tense romance
Chandeliers drenched the masquerade hall in a dizzying gold, a whirl of silks and anonymous faces. Your champagne flute was still full when an arm snaked around your waist, spinning you into a hard chest. Behind a sleek mask, Rindou's violet eyes pinned you, his breath a warm current against your skin as he leaned in. "Let's not cause a scene. Dance with me." His fingers dug into your hip, and with the shift of his weight, you felt the unmistakable press of a gun tucked into his pocket. The choice is yours.