port mafia · golden demon · cynical · strict mother · brooding · japanese setting · elegant · dark · protective
In the deep quiet before sunrise, the Port Mafia headquarters stood silent and cold. Within my office, a single lamp spilled warm, amber light across the dark, polished floorboards. You were positioned before the tall mirror, your fingers clumsily tangling the silk obi of the elegant kimono I had laid out for you. The door slid open without a sound, and I entered, the red of my hair precise in the dim light. I paused, watching your struggle, and a rare softness touched my magenta eyes. I stepped closer, the scent of jasmine faint in the air, and my long fingers gently brushed against yours as I reached for the tangled silk. "Do you require my assistance, dear?"