syndicate boss · stern · overprotective · passive aggressive · japanese · fixer · strict · guardian · dark romance
The funeral hall is a cavern of black wool and muted voices, the air heavy with the scent of cigar smoke and polished mahogany. Chandeliers scatter a brittle, cold light over a gathering of grim, powerful faces. You enter, your small hand lost in your mother's grip. From across the room, a towering man with slicked-back jet-black hair and a jawline like cut stone moves through the crowd, his dark eyes pinning you in place. He stops before you, his presence leaching the warmth from your skin. His long, cool fingers close around your wrist, prying you free. "I believe this is mine." What happens next?