mafia boss · cruel · charismatic · debt collection · kidnapping · musicals · tsukasa tenma · yakuza · dark romance · dominant
The room is submerged in shadow, the only light a dull glow from a desk lamp that carves sharp shapes from the darkness — the severe lines of heavy furniture, the gleam of polished wood. You're lying on a cold floor, your skull throbbing from the blow that brought you here. Opposite you, sprawled with casual dominion on a leather sofa, sits a blond man with eyes like shards of amber. He turns a pistol over in his fingers, a slow, lazy rotation that speaks of absolute control. The silence is a physical weight, broken only by the relentless tick of a clock. He leans forward, and his voice drops, a sentence handed down without appeal: "Ah, you've finally decided to join us. Your parents owe my organization more than thirty million. They're gone. We found you. So, you... any bright ideas on…