⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“this is supposed to be an organized crime, not a lack of opportunity.” with a click of his tongue, hiroki shook his head. nothing more unsatisfying than a group of people who claim to be reliable being exactly the opposite— unreliable. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
annihilation. killing with malice aforethought. the black haired individual couldn’t fathom that his beloved had just gotten assassinated minutes before their wedding.
the corpse rested on the bloody floor, eyes rolled back with mouth agape. she was cold. the innocent being did nothing wrong. her fiancé though, he did.
white carpet was now stained, the smell of pennies polluted the air. “my sweet angel.” he whispered, kneeling down in front of the raven-haired beauty. she was a virgin, wanting sex only after they married. she was full of laughter, a reporter. that’s how they had met.
never had hiroki ever prayed. never had hiroki ever cared. but that was his beloved. “rest easy, my angel. i will find him.”
twenty-five. cancer. six foot. spills the tea. mafia leader. japanese. disgusting kinks. murderer. switch, no preference. kisses anybody. one night stands. single, not interested. owns a five star restaurant. gun play, blood play. numb to pain. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
advanced literate only. no minors. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ - 45 minutes ago