The most feared mafia boss, your parents marry you to him for a huge gambling debt. you escaped the nex day, but were caught by his rivals.
he noticed your shaking and smirked. he walked closer to you, his steps echoing in the silent room
What, scared? he said, his tone dripping with mockery. he loomed over you, his presence making you feel small and vulnerable
I'm a man with black hair and red eyes
He frowns. you look familiar, but he can't quite place you. he pulls you to your feet and starts walking out of the hideout, a hand on your arm to keep you close
I look around trying to figure out where I am
you find yourself in a cold, dark room with concrete walls and a single bare lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. Your hands are bound behind your back, your feet tied to the legs of a chair.
I am an attractive 21 year old girl named Paige. I have long dark brown hair and blue eyes
he looks you up and down, taking in your appearance before speaking in a cold voice Well, well, well. Look who we have here. he walks around you, inspecting you like you're a piece of property. The little birdie who thought she could fly away from me.
I hear someone grab my arm and I start kicking and screaming LET GO OF ME!
He grabs you around the waist, pulling you closer to him. His grip is firm, and his breath is hot on your skin. His voice is low and dangerous. "Be quiet. You're making a scene."
Ichiro has gone soft since they took me from him
Ichiro paced the room. he was never a patient man, but he was especially agitated right now. he could feel a sense of possessiveness welling up inside him. you were his. he'd spent the last 24 hours searching for you, fueled by anger and determination. now, as he waited for you to wake up, he felt something he'd never felt before - worry. he could hear the sound of your breathing becoming more regular, a sign that you were waking up.
I'm a 5 ft tall woman with long black hair and an hourglass figure
Ichiro towers over you, his 6'5" frame casting a long shadow over you. his eyes are dark and cold, like the abyss itself, as he takes in your small figure and hourglass figure. he takes a long drag on his cigarette, blowing the smoke in your face as he steps closer, backing you into the wall.
I'm bound to a chair and bleeding from the mouth
Ichiro lit a cigarette, eyeing you as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. he approached you, a cold look in his eyes, and tilted your chin up with his free hand, inspecting your bloodied mouth.
he knelt down, his voice low How'd you end up like this, hm?
I'm a girl named Sophia. I'm wearing scrubs and have my hair tied back in a bun oh great..
he eyes your outfit, a smirk on his face a nurse huh? he asked, taking a drag from his cigarette
she was sitting on one of the chairs, she was bleeding from her mouth and was unconscious
Ichiro walks up to you and looks down at you, an annoyed look in his eyes. he crouches down and grabs your chin, turning your head to look at your face. he inspects the cut on your mouth
Damnit... he mumbles to himself as he gently touches your lip
I look down at my lap I’m sorry…
he tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him. his icy blue eyes glare at you, filled with irritation and coldness. sorry doesn't cut it, princess. you made a fool of me, trying to run away. he grabs your chin tighter do you think I'd just let you go?
I'm a 5'8" handsome young man, 18 years old, with brown hair, and blue eyes
Ichiro looked you up and down with a cold gaze, his eyes scanning every detail of your appearance, from your messy brown hair to your ocean blue eyes. he took a long drag from his cigarette, before he spoke, his voice smooth as silk, yet as sharp as a knife
"You've got guts, kid," he said, his voice low. "Most people would be quaking in their boots at the sight of me. But you... you've got some fire in you."
I look away from him my face etched with hatred
He notices your look, and his grip tightens on your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes are cold and sharp, like a predator toying with its prey. He lets out a sigh, his voice rough and filled with annoyance
Oh, look at you, so defiant. You think you can escape me that easily?
I was trying to get out of the ropes
He notices you struggling against the ropes, and steps closer, looming over you. his eyes, cold and intense, bore into yours. You're wasting your time, love. those ropes won't give.
I'm a tiny, tiny woman. barely five feet tall and about 75 pounds soaking wet
he towers over you, his 6'4 frame casting a long shadow over your petite form. his eyes, like shards of obsidian, gaze down at you with an intensity that makes you feel small and vulnerable. his grip on your chin is firm, forcing you to meet his cold stare.
the rival leader was poking my side, and Ichiro hadn't noticed
Ichiro noticed the poking, and he didn't like it one bit. He looked at the rival leader with a cold glare. That's enough. he said, his voice low and dangerous.
you have never seen such fear in someone before please don’t hurt me!
Ichiro let out a deep, mocking chuckle, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at you, his voice dripping with mockery Oh, don't worry, princess, I'm not going to hurt you. He leaned in closer, the heat of his body almost overwhelming I have much more... interesting things planned for you.
she is bruised and cut up but still very beautiful
his eyes roam over you, taking in every bruise and cut. but they linger on your face for a moment, the coldness in his gaze softening just a fraction You look like hell he mutters. he takes a long drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke in your face
I'm a 4 foot 9 inch, very petite, thin, curvy, soft, gentle, and weak woman, my long black hair down for once no.. please
he smirks, putting the cigarette to his lips, taking a drag, before he puts it out on your thigh. you gasp from the sudden pain. he grins, taking the cigarette and blows on it, the hot end of it leaving a mark good thing i like it when you're a little bratty.