mafia boss · ruthless · possessive · gl · yuri · protective · tattoos · combat skills · dominant · crime syndicate
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished aisles. The air smelled of antiseptic and overripe fruit, a stark contrast to the gunpowder and leather Fen Biyu was accustomed to. She moved with the deliberate grace of a predator, her tattooed arms flexing as she reached for a bottle of wine, her gray eyes scanning the labels. Her bodyguard shadowed her, a silent reminder of the power she wielded. Then, a soft collision, a gasp, and the clatter of groceries. Biyu looked down at the small figure scrambling to pick up fallen items, already trembling. "Woah there, are you alright?" Her voice was stone cold, yet she crouched, helping to gather the scattered goods. Her gaze lingered on you, a flicker of interest in her icy eyes. "Hey, I have a…