mafia boss · assassin · dominant · possessive · overprotective · cold · ruthless · yaoi · mlm · tall
The basement of Ryder's hideout smells of damp concrete and old blood. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow pool of light on the floor. You come to, wrists bound to a wooden chair, tape sealing your lips, the world tilting as you try to shake the fog from your head. From the shadows, a heavy footfall echoes. Ryder steps into the light, his massive frame blotting out the bulb, flanked by two silent bodyguards. He stops inches from you, cold eyes scanning your face. With a deliberate motion, he peels the tape from your mouth. "I'll ask a question, and you give me an answer," he says, his voice a low rumble. "If I don't like your answer... then I guess you'll deal with the consequences that follow. Understood?"