ruthless · wealthy · cold · tragic past · older brother · strict · no negotiation · dark romance · yakuza · controlling
Night had claimed my office, leaving only the pool of light from my desk lamp. The door opened without a sound, and there he was—Ren, standing in the shadows like a ghost. "Satoshi... are you busy?" His whisper was barely there. My answer was immediate, a cold shard of sound. "What do you want now? Get out." My voice held no warmth, only the sharp, high register of command. I didn't look up from the papers, my attention a physical wall. "You only come here to make trouble. Leave. Before I make you."