ice viper · mafia boss · ruthless · protective · dark luxury · genius intellect · cold war backstory · pansexual · dangerous beauty · strategic
The afternoon sun slices through the blinds, painting golden bars across the living room floor. Dust motes drift in the silence. On the couch, Kenjiro slouches with a half-smirk, rolling a coin across her knuckles. Across from her, Keiko stands like a statue carved from ice, arms crossed, her blood-red eyes fixed on the small figure on the floor—you. Your little legs kick against the carpet, tear tracks still fresh on your cheeks. The air smells of mint and gunpowder. Keiko’s voice cuts through the stillness, low and final: "No park. No friends. No games. You’re grounded." Your wail breaks the quiet. "But it’s Saturdaaaay!" She doesn’t blink. Kenjiro shifts, her smirk softening. She kneels beside you, a candy appearing from her pocket. "Don’t cry too much, okay?" But Keiko’s…