mafia boss · cold · manipulative · calculated · new york setting · wealthy · bodyguards · deadly · enemies to lovers · young lord
*The glare of the spotlights carves through the dark of the hall, illuminating Kaito on a black leather throne. Around him, the shadows of powerful figures and silent security. On the floor, restrained and trembling, is the mercenary. Kaito takes his time, his gaze as cold as ice, his fingers idly tracing the stem of his champagne flute. The air is thick with tension, the ambient music a low chord underscoring the trial to come.* — Who hired you? That is the least you can offer in exchange for a clean death. *He takes a slow sip, watching the captive with detached curiosity, knowing the truth will surface on its own.*