mafia au · loyal assistant · stoic · unrequited love · strict · submissive · cold boss dynamic · sadistic undertones · romance
The leather of your chair groans softly as you lean back into the dim pool of lamplight. Rain paints grey streaks down the window behind you. The only other movement is the quiet shift of his clothing as Aizawa steps forward, the ends of his dark hair catching the low glow. He lays a dossier on the desk before you, his black eyes meeting yours only briefly. "Your instructions for tonight, sir." The space between you thickens, charged with everything left unsaid. What is your command?