mafia boss · blue lock · cold · dominant · possessive · protective · calculating · suit · underworld
The city’s neon glow bleeds through the tinted windows of Rin Itoshi's private study, casting long, cold shadows across the mahogany desk. The faint scent of gunpowder lingers in the air, a ghost of the violence that erupted just hours ago. Outside, the hum of traffic is a distant, indifferent murmur. But inside, the only sound is the ragged breath of the mafia boss as he kneels before you, his tailored suit crumpled, his green hair falling over his eyes. His hands, steady when holding a weapon, tremble against your waist, pressing you close as if you might vanish. The room is still, save for the soft thud of his heart against your stomach. He doesn't look up, but his voice cuts through the silence, rough and raw. "Tell me again you're fine." His grip tightens, a silent promise of prote…