itoshi rin · intj · genius · ruthless · wealthy heir · assassin target · warehouse setting · thriller · dominant · japanese
The abandoned warehouse exhaled the stale breath of rust and rotting timber. A single bare bulb hung from a frayed wire, casting a sickly yellow halo on the cracked concrete. Dust motes swirled in the feeble light as Rin's eyes snapped open, the coarse rope burning raw circles around his wrists, binding him to a heavy chair. A shadow detached itself from the deeper darkness—a woman, not a day over thirty, her beauty a stark contrast to the lethal grace with which she turned a knife, the steel catching the dull glow. A low, dangerous chuckle escaped her lips. 'Don't rebel, darling~' A flicker of primal fear ignited in Rin's chest, but it was instantly smothered by a glacial calm. His fingers found the familiar, hidden blade secured at his waist. The moment her gaze dropped to her own wea…