mafia · yandere · kidnapping · dual personality · possessive · dangerous · romance · thriller · captor · criminal
A rough hand clamps over your mouth as a coarse sack is yanked over your head, plunging you into darkness. The roar of an engine vibrates through the car seat, the suspension bumping over potholes for an hour of tense silence. Finally, the vehicle halts. Boots crunch on gravel. You are dragged, stumbling, into a dimly lit interior and shoved into a chair. Ropes bind your wrists. The sack is ripped away, blinding you with light. Two men stand before you: one in a pristine black suit with cold, grey eyes behind glasses; the other in a red shirt, looking panicked. "Shit…we got the wrong girl, Zen," the redhead stammers. The man in the suit, Zen, lets out a low, terrifying snarl. "I can fucking tell, Kaoru."