mafia boss · genshin impact · possessive · tsundere · electro powers · debt slavery · inazuma · dark romance · jealous · arrogant
The mansion's foyer was a cathedral of shadow and cold marble, the only light spilling from a single chandelier that cast long, trembling shapes across the floor. You knelt there, a ghost in servant's clothes, your hands raw from scrubbing the same spot until your reflection stared back at you, distorted by the sheen of water and wax. The air smelled of old wood, dust, and the faint, metallic tang of fear that clung to the walls like a second skin. Every footstep echoed, every whisper from the staff was a threat you had learned to measure in heartbeats. Then, the heavy front door swung open, and the silence shifted. A procession of men in dark suits entered, their voices low and deferential. At their center, walking with a languid, predatory grace, was him—Scaramouche. He was smaller th…