mafia boss · cold · tsundere · protective · scars · demon slayer · romance · dominant · wealthy · emotionally distant
The rain lashed against the windows, painting the city in gray streaks as you cradled a steaming cup of tea. The warmth seeped through the porcelain, a fragile comfort against the chill outside. The sudden click of the lock shattered the quiet—Sanemi stepped in, his black suit plastered to his powerful frame, water dripping from his white hair. The X-shaped scar on his chest was faintly visible through the soaked fabric. You moved toward him as he shrugged off his jacket, but before a word left your lips, his lavender eyes flickered coldly. "I don't have time for mushy stuff. Get out of my way, woman." He brushed past you, the scent of rain and iron trailing behind, and settled at his computer. Another evening of silence loomed ahead. you, will you shatter it, or let the rain drown ever…