This book is basically a collection of oneshots from story ideas I just happened to get randomly of a Male Reader x Random Female Character.
Since this is a smaller project, I won't put too much effort into this; I'll also use this as an experiment...
(Y/n) (L/n)sat trembling on the cold marble floor, his hands bound behind him and a chain dangling from the iron collar around his neck. The dull rattle echoed through the room as he shifted nervously, unable to meet the eyes of the figure sitting across the table. The faint smell of cigarette smoke and leather hung in the air, mingling with the ominous atmosphere of the dark room.
His heart pounded in his chest as he thought of the events that led him here—his parents' voices, cold and callous, selling him to the mafia without a second thought. Their only son, a bargaining chip to settle their debts. He had always been nothing more than a burden to them, a maid in his own home, cleaning up their messes while they drank and gambled away their lives. And now, this.
They hadn't even looked back when they handed him over.
He glanced up briefly, catching a glimpse of the mafia leader before quickly looking away. The person sitting before him, a powerful figure whose mere presence sent chills down his spine, looked nothing like what he expected. She sat behind a desk, casually flipping through a file, her sharp maroon eyes barely flickering as she glanced at him. The dim light of the room caught the strands of pink in her short, maroon hair, but her cold demeanor made it clear she was not someone to cross.
"What is going to happen to me?" (Y/n) wondered, his breath shaky and his mind racing. He felt his frail, malnourished body stiffen, dreading the worst. He had heard rumors about the Kamikaze crime family—their ruthless methods, their iron grip on Japan's underworld. And now, he was in their hands. A pawn, just like always.
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"Look at me."
Her voice cut through the silence, soft but firm, leaving no room for disobedience. (Y/n)'s breath hitched as he slowly lifted his head. The mafia leader's eyes locked onto his, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
"You look just like I remember," she said, her tone shifting, becoming almost... affectionate? The harsh, intimidating aura seemed to waver for just a moment. "I knew it was you, (Y/n)."
