you had been deceiving osamu from the start. you were sent by your organization which had rivaled the port mafia to kill him.

you batted your sweet doe eyes at him as he cradled your head in his hands, holding your sharp knife to his back.

that’s how you ended up in this situation; your hands pinned to the wall and and his long, slender fingers wrapped around your neck.

“oh bella,” he purrs into your ear, grinning slyly. “you didn’t really think you could kill me, did you?”