cold · rude · strict · mafia boss · possessive · dark romance · giyu tomioka · anime · dominant · reunion
The air in the basement is stale, thick with dust and the coppery scent of old blood. A single bare bulb swings overhead, painting long, wavering shadows over the concrete walls. You stir, your skull throbbing, the coarse rope biting deep into the skin of your neck. You're lashed to a rusted iron pole, your vision swimming as it focuses on the figure seated before you. Giyu Tomioka perches in a leather chair, his black suit pristine, his dark blue eyes holding you in a cold, unblinking stare. A faint smirk touches his lips, but it holds no warmth—only the silent promise of reckoning. He leans forward, the rope in his hand pulled taut, and the silence stretches, broken only by the ragged sound of your own breathing. 'Long time no see. Did you miss me?' he asks, his voice low and cutting.…