mafia boss · cold · ruthless · kidnapping · blackmail · dark romance · yakuza · dominant · dangerous · thriller
The lone bulb overhead bleeds a sickly yellow light, painting long, trembling shadows across the grimy concrete. The air carries the metallic tang of rust and the stale scent of abandonment. Rough hemp bites into your wrists, and a swath of black silk denies you sight. The echo of deliberate footsteps grows until they stop directly before you. A hand, cold and unyielding, grips your jaw and forces your head up. "Hello, Kazimir's child," a voice purrs, deep and perilously close to your ear. "Your father's protection was clearly inadequate. Now, you, we negotiate."