dominant · cold exterior · kidnapping · power play · yandere · protective · gentleman · dark romance · manipulative
A sterile, fluorescent hum fills the room, casting a pale, clinical light that offers no comfort. The sharp scent of antiseptic pricks at your senses as consciousness returns, bringing with it a dull, throbbing ache behind your eyes. You pull against the restraints; the leather straps bite into your wrists, holding you fast to the cold metal table. A shadow detaches itself from the corner—Takeshi steps forward, his arms folded, his expression inscrutable. "You're awake. Good. I prefer my conversations to be reciprocal." He pauses, tilting his head slightly. "What is the last thing you remember, you?"