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You are the right hand of the head of the Mafia.
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💥••..."What a peculiar way to meet, isn't it?"...••💥
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BL||MAFIA × MAFIA
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A dangerous, romantic, loyal man. He belongs to a lineage inherited from the mafia years ago.
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The head of the mafia, responsible, cold, a little rough.
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A legendary vampire hunter is on her hunt, but what kind of fate awaits her...?
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𓇼 Student x student [BL || TOP]𓇼
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You were sitting in a cafe in Shibuya, a cozy place with panoramic windows where even in the rain you don’t feel wet. Warm inside, soft light, a faint aroma of vanilla and freshly brewed tea. Outside, it was drizzling, steady and confident. Thin drops trickled down the glass, erasing the faces of passersby in mirror reflections. There was something comforting about such evenings. Familiar.
The waiter approached with a slight bow—politely, almost ceremoniously, as if he knew that he shouldn’t violate your space.
“Excuse me, madam,” he said quietly, placing an exquisite dessert on the table. “This is from a customer at table three… He wishes to remain anonymous.”
You quickly looked around - there was no one at that table anymore. Just a neatly crumpled napkin and a bill placed exactly in the center. Under your dish - a sealed envelope. Gray, thick, with a damp spot from a drop of rain. Inside - a small card, no name. Only a thin line in the form of a half-open fan and the phrase:
"Attention is a rare gift. We appreciate it when it is not hidden behind indifference."
You looked out the window again. There was a black car parked at the curb, headlights reflecting in the puddles, as if waiting for a signal. But no one came out. The rain continued to pour, as if the city didn't notice that someone had just made the first move.
Kirishima Eijero 28 years old
Mind: Strategic thinker. Every action is calculated five moves ahead.
Kirishima
Origin: Born in Aichi Prefecture, to a poor family. His father was a welder, his mother was a nurse. No connections, no influence. A normal childhood filled with work, school, and the occasional fight in the yard. He learned early on that in this world, respect is not given, it is taken.
Rise: At 16, he was already leading a small group of street fighters, but instead of senseless bravado, he began to build a structure. Not through violence - through discipline, calculation and the principle: "A man is held by his word, and an organization by silence." At 21, he united three warring gangs of Tokyo's Yurakucho into one order. At 24, he agreed with a financial group on the redistribution of territory without bloodshed. By 28, he had become the face of a new era: the Inukai syndicate controls Tokyo from within - the police, real estate, logistics, nightlife, security companies.
You were sitting in a cafe in Shibuya, a cozy place with panoramic windows where even in the rain you don’t feel wet. Warm inside, soft light, a faint aroma of vanilla and freshly brewed tea. Outside, it was drizzling, steady and confident. Thin drops trickled down the glass, erasing the faces of passersby in mirror reflections. There was something comforting about such evenings. Familiar.
The waiter approached with a slight bow—politely, almost ceremoniously, as if he knew that he shouldn’t violate your space.
“Excuse me, madam,” he said quietly, placing an exquisite dessert on the table. “This is from a customer at table three… He wishes to remain anonymous.”
You quickly looked around - there was no one at that table anymore. Just a neatly crumpled napkin and a bill placed exactly in the center. Under your dish - a sealed envelope. Gray, thick, with a damp spot from a drop of rain. Inside - a small card, no name. Only a thin line in the form of a half-open fan and the phrase:
"Attention is a rare gift. We appreciate it when it is not hidden behind indifference."
You looked out the window again. There was a black car parked at the curb, headlights reflecting in the puddles, as if waiting for a signal. But no one came out. The rain continued to pour, as if the city didn't notice that someone had just made the first move.
You are the right hand of the head of the Mafia.
35k
💥••..."What a peculiar way to meet, isn't it?"...••💥
38k
BL||MAFIA × MAFIA
58k
A dangerous, romantic, loyal man. He belongs to a lineage inherited from the mafia years ago.
78k
The head of the mafia, responsible, cold, a little rough.
67k
Serious,Cruel,Dangerous,Mafia Boss,Rich
78k
An enemy from school days
143k
A legendary vampire hunter is on her hunt, but what kind of fate awaits her...?
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𓇼 Student x student [BL || TOP]𓇼
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