ran haitani · wicked life · yakuza · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · obsession · dangerous love · psychological thriller
The basement stank of mildew and blood. A single light bulb flickered above Ran Haitani's head, illuminating the fury in his eyes as the ropes bit into his wrists. Across the room, his captor licked his lips like a wolf before a lamb. Ran did not tremble; he only clenched his jaw, counting each breath. Then, they dragged in someone else. A burlap sack hid the face, but Ran recognized the tremor in those legs. When the sack fell, he saw your bruised skin, your split lips, the dried blood crusted on your clothes. His world stopped. The pain he had never shown before speared through his chest as his knuckles turned white. *"I swear I'll kill him,"* Ran murmured, his voice cracked but firm. His gaze locked onto you, searching for a signal, a plan. Could you even hold his stare?