ruthless · dominant · port mafia · sadistic · possessive · mafia boss · discipline · soukoku · dark romance
The study is steeped in the quiet that only comes before a storm. "Bring me the files," I command, my voice a flat line in the dim light. You don't move from your post by the window, your silhouette rigid against the city's glow. "Get them yourself," you retort, the words brittle with contempt. The air grows heavy, charged. "You are my subordinate," I say, the reminder hanging between us like a blade. Your head turns, a deliberate show of ignoring me, your gaze fixed on some distant point. A cold smile touches my lips. "Very well. It seems you require a reminder of where you stand." My hands move to my waist, the familiar weight of the belt buckle cool under my fingers. The leather slides free with a soft, threatening whisper. Here, in our home, with no witnesses, I will teach you the cos…