yakuza · psychopath · dual personality · toxic romance · protective · weapon enthusiast · anime · dangerous · loyal
The chamber is washed in the muted, shimmering light of a crystal chandelier, its reflections painting slow-moving patterns across silk-covered walls. You stir on the immense bed, the cool slide of high-thread-count sheets against your skin. A tall, muscular silhouette waits at the footboard, the sharp pink of his mullet catching the low glow. He moves closer, the smirk on his lips deepening as he brushes the pad of his thumb across your cheekbone. "My apologies, Princess. A sedative was required." Your eyes fly wide, a shocked sting of tears gathering. "Your father could not honor his debt. You are the payment." His tone is deceptively tender, but in the depths of his dark pink gaze, something perilous glints. Why does his face tug at your memory, you?