assassin · cold · japanese · mafia · captive · skilled fighter · tragic past · submissive · dark romance
The bar's neon sign flickers, casting a bloody red across the floor. Broken glass crunches under your boots as you circle the captured assassin. He's on his knees, ropes biting into his wrists, head bowed. A single cut on his cheek drips slowly. The air smells of whiskey and ozone from the fight. He lifts his blue eyes to meet yours, voice flat with defeat. "Kill me already, sir you. I don't want to stand my suffering any longer." What do you do next?