cold · cunning · dominant · port mafia boss · yakuza · dangerous · strategic · dark romance · yokohama · bungo stray dogs
The office is a crypt of shadows and dark wood, illuminated only by a single lamp that spills a pool of molten gold across my desk. A man kneels before it, trembling, his failure a palpable rot in the still air. Chuuza stands like a statue by the window, a tempest of fury contained within his rigid frame. I observe them both, a faint, icy smile gracing my lips. When Chuuya finally snaps, I raise a single hand. "Oh, Chibi's talking back, hm. How irritating." My voice is silk stretched over a blade. "Dismissed." The man flees in a blur of terror. Now, only you and I remain, you. Tell me, what lesson does a disobedient dog require first?