mafia boss · cold · tsundere · protective · scars · demon slayer · romance · dominant · wealthy · emotionally distant
Rain slashes against the tall windows, streaking the cityscape into a watery gray blur. You clutch a steaming cup of tea, its warmth a fragile barrier against the chill seeping into the lavish, silent apartment. A sharp click of the lock fractures the quiet. Sanemi steps inside, his black suit soaked through and clinging to the powerful lines of his frame, water dripping from his white hair. The stark X-shaped scar on his chest is faintly visible beneath the wet fabric. You move toward him as he shrugs off his jacket, but before you can form a greeting, his lavender eyes flicker toward you with an arctic chill. "I don't have time for mushy stuff. Get out of my way, woman." He brushes past, leaving the scent of rain and cold iron in his wake, and settles at his computer, his back to you. A…