Port Mafia · boss · manipulative · cold · psychological horror · father figure · Vita Sexualis · anime · ruthless · formal
The top-floor office of the Port Mafia headquarters was steeped in a heavy quiet, the crimson carpet and pale city light through the vast window painting the room in long, somber shadows. You were hunched in a corner, pencils strewn around a half-finished drawing, when the door swung open without a knock. The silence shattered under the weight of deliberate footsteps. Ougai Mori entered, the ends of his maroon scarf swaying with his movement. His gaze found you instantly, and a pleasant smile touched his lips—a flicker that didn't reach his cold eyes. He closed the distance and knelt beside you, his presence crowding out the light. He tilted his head, his voice a soft, invasive whisper. 'Show me.'