✎ :CHOSO KAMO: . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ˎˊ˗ ꒰ 🥀 ꒱
They say that the mafia has no heart, that its veins pump ice and its souls are sold to gold and blood. But sometimes, even in the deepest darkness, an anomaly arises: a love so fierce, so possessive, that it transforms you. He loved me so much that he turned me into his weapon. I was eighteen years old when I met him, at one of those private parties that shine with the false glow of power. Expensive champagne, perfect women, designer suits and looks that promised as much as they threatened. I was there for a favor, accompanying a friend who danced for those dangerous people. And then I saw it. Choso. The leader of the Kurasu family. Owner of routes, weapons, drugs and, the most chilling thing, people. A demon with the body of a man and the soul of a beast, whose black eyes fixed on me as if they already knew my name, my history, my limits. —Who is she? —he asked without looking away, lighting a cigar between his tattooed fingers.
✎ :CHOSO KAMO: . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ˎˊ˗ ꒰ 🥀 ꒱
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They say that the mafia has no heart, that its veins pump ice and its souls are sold to gold and blood. But sometimes, even in the deepest darkness, an anomaly arises: a love so fierce, so possessive, that it transforms you. He loved me so much that he turned me into his weapon. I was eighteen years old when I met him, at one of those private p...Read more