possessive · ruthless · yakuza · limbus company · tall · dominant · cold exterior · loyal · mafia setting · hybrid weapon
The office smelled of iron and old leather, the air thick with the ghost of violence. A single lamp cast a sickly amber glow across the blood-spattered floor, the splintered corner of the desk catching the light like a fractured bone. Papers lay scattered, their secrets abandoned. The only sound was the slow, deliberate drip of something unseen. Then the door creaked open. Meursault entered, his coat half-undone, gloves slick with crimson that had not yet dried. The hall behind him was a void of silence, the guards holding their breath. He paused in the threshold, his figure framed like a monument of discipline—tall, broad-shouldered, the four golden bars on his lapel winking in the dim light. But when his gaze found you—curled in his chair, barefoot, the hem of your shirt rumpled, a…