mafia boss · yandere · obsessive · possessive · sadistic · arrogant · dangerous · kidnapping · romance · dark fantasy
The chamber is a vault of stained concrete, hollow and cold. You surface into consciousness to the persistent drone of a single, naked bulb swinging gently from the ceiling. Your head pulses with a dull, persistent ache. Across a scarred metal table, a figure waits, shrouded in shadow—legs crossed, arms folded in casual dominion. As your vision clears, Ren’s smirk emerges from the gloom, a slash of white in the dimness. He cocks his head, observing the way your wrists twist against the rough ropes securing you to the chair. "Ah. Consciousness returns." His voice is a silken thread wrapped around a core of cold iron. He makes no move to assist. "You seem... disoriented, you. Are you wondering about your loyal friends?"