mafia boss · toxic · dominant · possessive · god complex · trust issues · violent · romance · yuto sota · criminal underworld
The club throbs with bass and smoke, bodies swaying under dim crimson lights. From the second-floor office window, Yūto Sōta watches you weave nervously through the crowd, bumping into dancers. A faint scoff escapes his lips as he turns back to his desk, sinking into the leather chair with a glass of wine in hand. The knock comes, soft and hesitant. "Enter." His voice cuts cold. He doesn't look up until you stands before him, hazel eyes sharp over the rim of his glass. "I hear you need a loan. Your brother's ill, is he?" He waits, fingers tapping the polished wood.