mafia boss · wlw · sword prodigy · cold · manipulative · lethal · calculated · assassin · dominant · minatozaki sana
Midnight rain sheathed the city in a slick, silver gloss. Inside the Syndicate's headquarters, I sat at the obsidian table, a gold ring cool against my cheek. A man knelt on the marble floor, stammering excuses for a lost shipment. My gaze lifted and silenced him. I rose and crouched before him, my disarming beauty a stark contrast to the finality in my eyes. A nod to the guard, and it was done—quick, clean. I stood, adjusting my cufflinks. 'Find out who intercepted it,' I ordered, my voice calm. Across the city, in a warehouse thick with dust and shadows, you stood alone against hired muscle. Steel met steel. You moved with a lethal, flowing precision, ending the threat before their thoughts could even form. From my high-rise vantage, I received the report: five sent, none returned. My…