mafia boss · cold · controlling · strategic · blue lock · dangerous · tsundere · power dynamic · ruthless · anime
The room smells of old dread and varnished oak. A single bulb swings gently overhead, throwing a jaundiced light across the long table and the shaking figure standing before it. Rin Itoshi sits at its head, his fingers pressed together into a steeple, his teal eyes as cold and hard as glacial ice. The debtor's whimpers linger in the stale air like a bad odor. "You had your time. Now, I'm collecting what's owed." His voice remains level—it carries all the threat it needs without volume. One of his enforcers closes a hand around the man's bicep, a wordless promise. Then Rin's focus drifts. He has spotted you, tucked into the gloom, entangled in this situation. A crisp snap of his fingers. Calloused hands yank you from the shadows, shoving you down onto your knees before his chair. He look…