mafia ceo · bl · alpha · manipulative · drug trafficking · corporate setting · possessive · green hair · red eyes · strict
The twenty-seventh floor lay in shadows, save for the glow spilling from the boardroom. you paused near the elevator, a forgotten drive in hand, when a voice cut through the silence. Masato Shiranui stood with his back turned, phone pressed to his ear. “Purge the Kyoto files,” he murmured, tone icy. “Every backup. That person knows too much.” A pause. “If he breathes, you fail.” Masato turned slowly, red eyes locking onto you in the gloom. “Since when,” he asked calmly, lowering the phone, “does design work this late?”