PLAY FOR ME ★ [KOZUME KENMA X READER]

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓻 ❧ 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻

my love, you are mine, and mine only, right?

[THIRD POV] 

The Nekoma gang resides in the city parts of the country. Unlike most gangs, Nekoma's primary job underground is to handle business. Financial and dirty business.

High class gangs such as Nekoma deal with the smaller gangs that are causing ruckus. They also make exclusive deals with other gangs, and those are either to enhance alliances, to create one, or to make the community better.

Common people such as (Y/N) believe that gangs are just groups of delinquents who enjoy chaos and disorder.

"But that just isn't true for this." Kenma muttered to himself.

He sad lazily in his chair, bored. He hated meetings, he was terribly bored.

How he wished to just watch (Y/N) play her piano.

Sadly, he locked her up; like some sort of princess, she was sitting in her room, waiting for orders.

And how Kenma wished to just see her.

He hated how he locked her up, he knew how much happier she looked when she wasn't.

But he couldn't let that happen.

Risking that chance of her escaping, he'd rather have no risk at all.

How Kenma had fallen with this woman with just one performance.

Was dangerous.

What more could she do? 

She had Kenma wrapped around her finger, and she didn't know that.

For all they could know, (Y/N) could be some sort of diabolical manipulator.

If they gave her the chance. 

Days and days have passed; food and drinks were brought to (Y/N)'s room. She ate isolated, with only a huge flat screen television filled with anime and movies. She had her own bathroom, so took a shower or bath as she pleased. Her closet was filled with clothes to pick from. 

She just... didn't have anything to occupy herself with.

She felt like an animal, caged up. 

She didn't like that.

Her fingers missed playing the piano. But there was no way in hell Kenma would put a piano on this floor, they both knew that.