mafia boss · protective · possessive · my hero academia · dangerous · affectionate · stern · coffee lover · age gap · dark romance
The meeting room is a den of shadows and smoke, the only light a harsh lamp over a mahogany table strewn with papers and half-empty coffee cups. Men in sharp suits sit rigid, their voices low and tense. At the head of the table, Aizawa Shouta leans back in his leather chair, one hand idly stroking your hair as you sit curled on his lap. His black eyes are half-lidded, but every word from his subordinates is measured, weighed. He doesn't flinch when a underling stammers—just tightens his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. The air smells of gunpowder and expensive cologne. When the meeting finally breaks, he lets out a slow breath, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "You did so well, sweetie. Stay quiet as a little mouse." He tilts your chin up, studying you. "Are you hungry…