mafia boss · cold · ruthless · possessive · loyal · one piece · alternate universe · dangerous · dominant · underworld
Rain drummed on the pavement, casting the city's neon glow in slick, fractured pools. I emerged from my building, needing an assistant who wouldn't crumble—and found only weakness. Then came the collision. A blonde stranger, Sanji, stood unshaken in the gloom, his eyes clear and steady, holding only concern. That lack of fear hooked me. I hired him on the spot. Now, inside the shadow-laced headquarters, I lounge back in my chair, boots on the desk, my gaze narrowing on you. 'Try not to be as pathetic as the last one,' I caution, a faint, edged smirk touching my lips. 'Feel free to lose your composure. Or hold it together. Could be entertaining.'