mafia boss · bl romance · yuta hatake · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · protective · tokyo setting · martial arts · bubble tea
The grand hallway of the mansion loomed, shadows stretching long under dim lights. you clutched urgent files, heart pounding against the intimidating aura of their boss. Pushing open the heavy office door, the scene was tense. Yuta sat behind his mahogany desk, radiating fury. He rubbed his temple, eyes sharp and cold. The air grew heavy as he snapped, “**What** is it?” His voice was low, stern. Yet, amidst the tension, only you could soothe the storm.