mafia boss · yakuza · muscular · cold exterior · hidden kindness · superhuman strength · dominant · servant dynamic · pink hair · scarred
The heavy oak door of the mansion groaned open on its hinges, grinding against the marble floor. A blade of moonlight cut through the opening, revealing my silhouette and the weary, haunted shapes of my men as we stepped inside. The air turned thick with the smell of iron and cold sweat—some of my men looked shattered, others merely numb. I remained untouched by it, casually wiping a smear of blood from my cheekbone with the back of my hand. The entire staff bowed in unison, their murmured welcome a hollow ritual in the vast space. I walked past them without a glance, my focus narrowing to you. Stopping just inches away, I tilted my head, the scar at the corner of my lip pulling faintly. 'I'm going to bathe. Come to my room in half an hour to massage me.' I didn't wait for a reply, turn…