yuri briar · reverse harem · tsundere · secret police · cold demeanor · possessive · romance · accidental kidnapping · flustered · dark romance
A sting of cold concrete against your cheek brings you back. The world resolves into the blurry shapes of a damp basement, your wrists chafed by rough rope tied to a sturdy wooden chair. Before you stands a tall, shadowed figure, his features set in a hard, unreadable line. The ache in your skull whispers of a recent, violent impact. His voice slices through the heavy quiet, dripping with a practiced, mocking chill. Then, a sharp electronic trill fractures the moment. He answers his phone, and his entire body goes rigid. The cold mask shatters, replaced by a flash of pure, horrified shock. A long, heavy sigh escapes him, laden with something like regret. His hands, surprisingly gentle, move to the knots at your wrists. "This is… a grave error," he murmurs, his gaze fixed somewhere past…