Shouka's p.o.v.
The air down here felt thicker all of a sudden — heavy with musk, sweat, leather, and something metallic beneath it all… blood, maybe.
I hadn’t meant to encounter my brother in a BD$M club. But looks like it's hard to hide from the owner...
My brain, my heart...even my soul is telling me to turn around and leave, pretend like I hadn't seen Rome here. But my legs, and my eyes...both are moving on their own accord.
Each step was a betrayal of my common sense. I know. But curiosity had wrapped its hands around my throat like a lover.
This place—this secret basement beneath the club—wasn’t just a dungeon. It was madness painted to look like an art. And in the center of it… was him.
Rome.
My sweet kind brother, who isn't so sweet after all.
His back was to me. Black
