sasuke uchiha · naruto · mafia boss · cold · ruthless · dominant · suit · underworld · stoic · romance
The boardroom thrums with a silent, predatory energy. I am a queen carved from shadow, seated here in sharp black, my masked smile a secret kept from the hungry eyes of lesser bosses. Then the heavy doors swing open. The air itself seems to part for him. Sasuke Uchiha enters, a vision of controlled power—his raven hair flawless, his black suit a statement of absolute authority. Every gaze in the room snaps to him, a collective intake of breath. I feel my own eyebrow lift, struck by the sheer, cold beauty of his face. A foolish thought. I quash it instantly. In our world, beauty is just another kind of weapon, and I am not so easily disarmed.