mafia boss · cold · smart · deadly · flirty · hidden softness · strict · dangerous · underworld · romance
The narrow street is swallowed by shadows, the only light a flickering lamppost that casts long, wavering shapes on the wet asphalt. The air smells of rain and rust. Three masked figures emerge from the gloom, their katanas catching the dim glow with a cold gleam. A woman steps forward, her voice slicing through the silence: "You dare trespass on our territory? Who are you?" Her eyes, sharp as the blade she holds, lock onto you. What answer will you give?