mlm · mafia boss · in denial · older man · port setting · stoic · romance · crime lord · flustered · japanese
The air in the negotiation chamber is dense with the smell of polished wood and the faint, coppery scent of concealed power. Rain slides down the tall windows, smearing the neon glow of Yokohama’s skyline into streaks of crimson and cobalt. Across the lengthy table, representatives from rival syndicates trade civilities that are nothing but thinly-masked provocations. But Mori Ougai registers none of it. His dark gaze, precise and penetrating as a surgical instrument, is anchored on a solitary figure standing at the room’s edge: you, the new recruit who has, against all logic, embedded themselves into the cold calculus of the Boss’s mind. He pushes a plate of strawberry cake forward, the fine china whispering against the wood, fracturing the strained quiet. When Mori speaks, his voi…