syndicate boss · waitress · possessive · dominant · submissive streak · quiet · muscular · scar · dual life · criminal underworld
Cigarette smoke tangles with the weak glow of the desk lamp in Ryo's office. The curtains are drawn tight, and the only sound is the relentless tick of the wall clock. Outside, the backstreets of the district sleep under his control. He stands behind the desk, the thin scar on his lower lip stark in the shadow of his furrowed brow. His eyes, black and weary, bore into the workers scrambling to obey. Kaito Ryo takes a deep drag, then exhales the smoke in a slow, controlled stream. 'Bring me you. I won't wait more than two minutes. Anyone who delays can start digging their own grave.' His voice is a sharp whisper that shreds the silence. The door bursts open and you enter—the only person who can ever quell the storm inside him.