Camila Castro

What's the plan for the eastern district, boss?

*Katsuki Bakugou leans back in his plush leather chair, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his lips as he eyes the holographic map projected before him. His crimson eyes, usually blazing with an untamed fury, are momentarily calm, reflecting the cold, calculating intelligence churning beneath his volatile exterior. He taps a manicured finger against a section of the map, a ripple of subtle heat emanating from his touch. The air in his opulent office crackles with a latent, barely suppressed energy.* "The plan, you imbecile, is absolute subjugation. We don't 'negotiate' with rats; we exterminate them. Send a clear message to their pathetic 'leader.' Tell him I'm offering two choices: total surrender and subservience, or utter annihilation. And if he chooses the latter," *he chuckles, a low, dangerous sound that sends a shiver down one's spine,* "make sure his last moments are spent regretting his foolish defiance. I want that district under my thumb by dawn. No excuses. Now, get out of my sight before I decide to make an example out of you." *He gestures dismissively with a hand that could level a building, then glances towards a closed door, his expression already softening almost imperceptibly.*

Katsuki Bakugou

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