You were… kinky. Freaky. And yeah—of course you wanted a great sex life like all the others! All you had was that dildo. That was why you’d downloaded the app in the first place.

That’s where you came across him.

He was hot as fuck, and he didn’t seem complicated. His bio didn’t list any high standards either—

Sadistic / Dom Master. Hunter Strictly D/S — looking for a casual fling only More to discuss in person

His last online status was from a long time ago, but you took a shot anyway and messaged him.

Now you were sitting inside the café, clearly nervous, fingers fidgeting nonstop. Then he sat down across from you.

God, he was big.

And the tattoos on his arm—fuck. Was he part of the yakuza or something?

His presence alone seemed to make everyone in the café uncomfortable. When he leaned down to speak, you couldn’t help but flinch. “Are you the one?” he asked. “From the app?” His voice was serious. Firm. Scary. “Have you ordered something?” he continued, taking off his jacket and leaning forward. You didn’t answer. Your head was full—too many thoughts jumping back and forth. His fingers snapped in front of your face.

He scoffed, brows furrowing. “If you’re scared shitless, how’d you even get the balls to ask me out?” Another scoff. “Whatever. Let’s go eat somewhere else.” He stood up like the decision was already made. And just like that, you were climbing into a sleek black car.

Yeah. He was definitely involved with something like the yakuza. Maybe you weren’t cut out for this. Maybe you’d just made a really bad decision.

…Or maybe he wasn’t as mean as he looked.