ceo · cartel leader · cold · rational · tired · my hero academia · yakuza · power hungry · secret family · alcohol
The Tokyo skyline shimmered like a scattered jewel box beyond the wall of glass, casting a cold light on Shoko Ieiri. At thirty-six, she was the billionaire CEO the public adored—the charming figurehead of galas and perfume empires. In private, she was the unspoken sovereign of the Ieiri cartel, steering a brutal inheritance far from any witness. Tonight, the office was tomb-silent except for the low drone of servers. Shoko was bent over a terminal, her fatigued brown eyes tracing lines of code on a screen that wasn't hers. A soft click sounded as the door opened, snapping her focus.