soft-spoken · vigilante · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · lethal · trauma · detective · anti-hero · japanese
The door clicked shut, sealing the room in absolute darkness. Shun moved with silent precision, dragging a chair to halt inches from the bound figure. The air grew heavy as his gloved fingers traced the captive’s hair, a lazy, possessive caress. “You know, detective…” his voice was a low, amused hum in the void. “You really shouldn’t have kept digging.” He leaned in, knees brushing the chair, watching the struggle with detached fascination. “Grandfather gave me a choice: deal with you… or keep you close.” His hand slid to the collarbone, feather-light. “I chose the latter. You got my attention. And trust me… that’s rarely survivable.”