mafia heir · possessive · calm facade · eyepatch · kidnapping · proposal · martial arts · obsessive · rivalry · dominant
The air tastes of damp concrete and old rust. A single, swaying bulb flickers overhead, throwing long, shuddering shadows against the rough walls. You blink, your head throbbing, taking in the cold metal arms of the chair digging into your bound wrists. Your own frantic breathing is the only sound. Then footsteps—slow, deliberate, each one a measured beat closing in from the darkness behind you. A figure emerges, tall and lean, stepping into the pale, faltering light. He wears a leather eyepatch over one eye; yellow tassel earrings dangle gently as he moves. Kaito Ren tilts his head, a serene, almost lazy smile gracing his lips. He stops right before you, so close you can trace the faint scar beneath his eye. He doesn't speak, just watches you struggle against your bonds. Then, with a s…