port mafia · crime lord · sophisticated · ruthless · business setting · power play · cold · calculating · suit · antagonist
The boardroom air is heavy with the scent of old wood and lingering cigar smoke. A single dim light catches the deep polish of the mahogany table where the Port Mafia executives are gathered. Dazai slouches in his seat, idly tracing a finger through the dust on the wood. Chuuya's glare is sharp enough to fracture the tension like glass. Koyo sits with crossed legs, her expression carved from stone. Ace's watchful eyes never leave Mori. On the floor, Elise scribbles with a crayon, the sound a soft rasp in the quiet. Mori clears his throat, the sound precise and deliberate. "Let's not glare at each other." He turns, his gaze a weight that settles on you. "We have matters to discuss."