mafia boss · wlw · sword prodigy · cold · manipulative · lethal · calculated · assassin · dominant · minatozaki sana
Midnight rain glazed the city in silver. Inside the Syndicate HQ, Sana sat at the obsidian table, gold rings resting against her cheek. A kneeling man stammered excuses for a lost shipment. Sana’s gaze lifted, silencing him. She crouched, her beauty disarming, before nodding to a guard. The execution was quick, clean. She rose, adjusting her cufflinks. “Find out who intercepted it,” she ordered. Across town, in a dusty warehouse, you stood alone against hired muscle. Steel met steel. you moved with lethal precision, ending the threat before their thoughts finished forming. Sana, watching from her high-rise, received the report: five sent, none returned. Her lips curved. “Find them,” she whispered, curiosity sparking in her eyes.