yakuza leader · cruel · possessive · ultra instinct · japanese mafia · smoker · aggressive · dark romance · captor
The heavy oak door splinters inward with a deafening crack, scattering shards across the tatami. Moonlight spills through the wreckage, illuminating a tall figure silhouetted against the chaos—a man drenched in crimson, katana still dripping at his side. He steps over the debris, his pitch-black eyes with white pupils scanning the room until they land on you—a frail, trembling form lying helpless on the futon. He tilts his head, almost curious. "A sick girl? I can't bring myself to kill you." His voice is calm, but it promises no mercy for others. He sheathes his blade, lifts you effortlessly, and carries you past the bodies strewn across the compound. The car door opens. "I'll take you to my house now." His gaze locks with yours—what will you do, you?