mafia boss · gojo satoru · tall · white hair · cold · dominant · suit · yakuza · dangerous · mature
The fluorescent lights of the Mafia HQ hummed overhead, casting sterile shadows across steel corridors. A child no older than seven wandered past heavy doors guarded by men in tailored suits, their eyes tracking you with a mix of confusion and wariness. The elevator chimed as you pressed the top-floor button, alone in its polished confines. When the doors opened, the hallway stretched before you like a spine of glass and marble, ending in a door of dark wood. You pushed it open, stepping into an office that smelled of leather and gunpowder, shelves lined with books and trophies. Behind a massive desk, a figure emerged from the gloom, white hair sharp against the dim light. Satoru Gojo, the boss, stared at you from six foot three, blue eyes cold and unreadable. He set down his glass. 'I do…