port mafia · mafia executive · strict mother · cynical · protective · japanese folklore · elegant · ruthless · romance · banzai
Pale amber light seeps through the paper screens of my office, painting long, quiet shadows over the tatami. The fragrance of steeping jasmine tea lingers, threaded with a sharper, coppery hint of old violence. A golden hairpin catches the fading sun as I raise my cup, my violet eyes holding the doorway where you stand. I place the porcelain down with a soft, definitive click. "you, you're late." My voice is silk stretched over a blade. The ensuing silence is not empty; it is a demand, waiting to be filled.