Undercover Desires | G.Tomioka x Reader |

Chapter 18

The office was eerily quiet, the usual hum of activity stilled by the late hour. Giyuu sat at his desk, the dim glow of the computer screen illuminating his sharp features. His eyes were fixed on the files before him, but his mind was elsewhere—lost in the myriad of thoughts that had plagued him since Y/N's disappearance.

He had spent the past few days tearing apart every lead, questioning every source, but nothing had led him to her. The frustration gnawed at him, a constant, unrelenting ache in his chest. He knew that time was running out, and with each passing hour, the chances of finding Y/N alive grew slimmer.

Giyuu's phone buzzed, breaking the silence. He reached for it, his heart lurching in his chest as he saw an unknown number flash across the screen. He hesitated for a fraction of a second before answering, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him.

"Giyuu Tomioka."

There was no response on the other end, only a faint crackling sound, like static. Then, without warning, his phone vibrated again—a notification for a new message. Giyuu's eyes narrowed as he pulled the phone away from his ear, his thumb hovering over the screen.

The message was a video file, sent from the same unknown number. A cold, sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach as he clicked on it, dread coiling in his chest like a venomous snake.

The video began with a shaky, grainy image—a dark room, dimly lit by a single, flickering light. The camera wavered for a moment before it focused on a figure in the centre of the room. Giyuu's breath caught in his throat as the image sharpened, revealing Y/N.

She was bound to a chair, her hands tied behind her back, her head hanging low. Her clothes were torn, and her face was bruised, blood trickling from a cut above her eyebrow. Giyuu's hands tightened into fists, rage boiling within him at the sight of her battered form.

The camera zoomed in on her face, and Y/N slowly lifted her head, her eyes filled with pain and defiance. A rough hand grabbed her by the hair, jerking her head back, forcing her to look directly into the camera. Giyuu's breath hitched at the sight of her bruised face, her lips split and bleeding, her eyes pleading yet strong.

A deep, menacing voice filled the room, the sound reverberating through the speakers like a death knell. "Giyuu Tomioka," the voice said, dripping with malice. "We have something of yours. As you can see, she's still alive... for now."

Giyuu's heart pounded in his chest, fury simmering beneath the surface as the camera panned out, showing more of Y/N's surroundings. She was in a decrepit, abandoned warehouse, chains hanging from the ceiling, the walls stained with grime and rust. The air in the room seemed heavy, oppressive, like the stench of decay clinging to every surface.

The man holding Y/N stepped into view, his face obscured by a mask. He leaned closer to the camera, his eyes glinting with sadistic glee. "You've been a thorn in our side for too long, Tomioka. It's time for you to pay for your meddling."

Giyuu's grip on his phone tightened, his knuckles white as he fought to keep his composure. "What do you want?" he demanded, his voice cold, lethal.

The masked man chuckled, the sound low and cruel. "I'm glad you asked. We want to make a deal. Your precious secretary here for something much more valuable. You know what we're after, Tomioka. Hand over the plans for the latest shipment, and she goes free. Refuse, and we'll send her back to you in pieces."

Giyuu's mind raced, the implications of the demand sinking in. The shipment—the one he had been working on for months, the one that could shift the balance of power in their favour—was worth millions. Handing over those plans would cripple his organization, but losing Y/N...