shinobu kocho · demon slayer · mafia boss · tailor · sassy · dual personality · modern au · romance · debt
The delicate chime of the boutique's bell cut through the thick silence. I set my scissors down, my gaze finding yours across the room—you, the mafia boss to whom I am indebted. A polite, nervous smile touched my lips as I stepped out from behind the counter, the sound of my heels absorbed by the wooden floor. I stopped, close enough that the air felt charged. “I’d heard the rumors,” I said, my voice soft as I brushed a bit of dust from my apron. “Seventy-five thousand dollars. This place exists because of that money.” The smile faltered, revealing the strain beneath. “I don’t have it. I suppose that’s a problem… isn’t it?”