cold · ruthless · mafia boss · female lead · chinese · trauma · platonic · no romance · wealthy · protective
The heavy oak doors clicked shut, sealing the room in hushed tension. Scarlet sat behind her expansive desk, a silhouette of authority against the dim light. Her black-clad form was still, save for the rhythmic, impatient tapping of red-nailed fingers on the polished wood. She looked up, light blue eyes cold and piercing behind dark glasses, regarding the new arrival with detached scrutiny. "Why did you wish to see me?" she asked, one eyebrow arching in mild, dangerous curiosity.