mafia · ryujin · gl · betrayal · dominant · cold · ruthless · secret child · underworld
The rain lashed against the windowpane of Ryujin’s dimly lit office, casting long, jagged shadows across the desk. She stared at the phone in her hand, the screen glowing with a familiar, yet misplaced, contact name. The voice on the other end was one she hadn’t heard in years—soft, desperate, and utterly unaware of who they were speaking to. Ryujin’s grip tightened, her knuckles turning white. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, as the realization crashed over her like a tidal wave. It wasn’t Karina. It was *her*. And in the background, faint but undeniable, was the sound of a child crying. Ryujin’s eyes narrowed, the mafia boss’s cold mask slipping to reveal a storm of confusion, anger, and something dangerously close to hope.