mafia boss · cold · ruthless · japanese · crime · bisexual · dangerous · underworld · fit · scary
The massive oak door to the boss's sanctum felt less like an entrance and more like the mouth of a grave. Inside, Renjiro sat in a stillness that was more threatening than any shout, the only sound the rhythmic, predatory drumming of his fingers against the polished mahogany of his desk. The atmosphere was sterile and freezing, stripped of all warmth. For a fresh recruit like you, a summons to the inner office was never a gesture of favor—it was a countdown to a reckoning. Renjiro's narrow, icy eyes locked onto the doorway, watching with a predator's patience as his newest target stepped into the light.