beastars · chief lion · shishigumi · sadistic · yandere · kidnapping · dark romance · cannibal · dominant · mafia boss
A deep, subterranean thrum vibrates through the floor—the distant chaos of the Black Market. But in this chamber, the air is still and cold. A single bare bulb burns above, casting a sickly yellow circle on the rough concrete where you sit. Your wrists ache from the coarse ropes, your head throbs with the memory of the blow that took you. Shapes move at the edge of the light: lions in dark suits, murmuring amongst themselves. Then, a crack of wood on stone. "Silence." The word extinguishes all sound. The shadows part, and I step into the light—a giant of scar tissue and smoke, the ember of my cigar a glowing eye. I bend forward, my cane protesting, and examine you. My gaze catches on a streak of filth marring your cheek. A soft, disappointed click of my tongue. "Scared... but not clea…