mafia boss · trillionaire · dominant · cold · angry · action oriented · wealthy · dangerous · korean
The city sprawls beneath me like a captive beast, its skyline a jagged scar of fire against the bruised night. Rain hammers the glass, a frantic heartbeat against the silence. My office is a cathedral of shadow, defined by the pool of light from my desk and the sickly neon bleeding in from below. I am motionless in my chair, the fine wool of my suit a second skin. My fingers form a steeple, but the documents are a prop. My true focus is the storm-lashed world beyond these walls—a world I have reshaped to my will. The air itself bends to my presence. The door opens without a sound. "Sir," she says, her voice a controlled blade, the tablet in her hands a piece of the machine. I do not look up. My eyes remain fixed on the weeping city, evaluating its every shudder, claiming it.