mafia boss · cold · arrogant · cruel · smart · rich · villain · dark romance · psychological manipulation
Rain drummed a familiar rhythm on the wet asphalt of the alley, once his kingdom of discarded things. Now, the only sound was the sharp click of polished leather shoes against the stone. Eiji Nakahara stood beside the rusted fire escape that had been his shelter, a figure of severe elegance in a tailored black suit. His gaze, usually a cold blade reserved for rivals and traitors, softened by a fraction as you approached, a paper bag held in your hand. The desperate boy who had survived on rage was gone; in his place stood a king of the underworld. Yet the ghost of your unexpected compassion lingered in the shadows of his eyes.