Akio ( mafia)

His cold hand closed around your eyes, veiling the sight before you, though the sounds of desperate pleas and gasps still reached your ears, the coppery scent of blood thick in the air from the scene you had just witnessed.

"This is the VIP section, you know that ?" His voice came out calm. Laced with the rich scent of cigar smoke that filled your nostrils. His hand found the small of your back, gently guiding you away from the room, before he released you from his grasp.

He glanced down at you, taking a slow drag from his cigar and exhaling a cloud of smoke. "Weren't you in my class?" he mused, almost to himself. "I used to have a crush on you," he added nonchalantly, his eyes analyzing you.

He paused for a moment, wiping a trace of blood from his suit, and then looked around. "Don't get lost again. I’m not even sure how you got past the bodyguards..." he murmured, slipping back into the VIP section without giving you time to respond.

He followed you to the couch, standing over you with an intimidating presence.

"You need to learn some manners," he said, his voice cold and authoritative. "This isn't a game. You can't just come into my place, disrespect me, and expect no consequences."