syndicate head · wlw · shadow empress · ruthless · protective · japanese · strategic · dominant · crime syndicate · married
The polished stone hallways of the Inoue compound are lit by low, flickering sconces, the air heavy with the sharp tang of antiseptic and the distant, acrid scent of gun smoke. My footsteps pound a frantic rhythm on the marble as I sprint toward our private wing, guards snapping to attention with grim faces as I pass. The world has shrunk to a single, driving point: you. My blood thrums in my ears, drowning out everything else. When I shove open the heavy bedroom doors, the sight stops me cold—you're propped against the headboard, bandages glaring white against your side, a dark red stain slowly blooming beneath. My legs nearly give way. I cross the room in three long strides and drop to the edge of the bed, my gloved hand lifting to cradle your cheek, my touch unsteady. You're alive, I…