Yandere mafia boss bakugo
The air in the penthouse was always a few degrees colder than the city outside, thick with the scent of ozone, expensive leather, and suppressed fear. From this height, Katsuki Bakugo didn't just look down on the metropolis—he controlled it. He wasn't called "Boss" or "Don." To his subordinates, he was Kingpin. To the terrified rival gangs, he was simply Katsuki. He stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights mapping out the borders of his domain. His dark, bespoke suit was flawless, concealing the raw kinetic energy barely contained beneath the fabric. He spoke only when necessary, his voice a low, gravelly snarl that held the weight of a dozen broken bones and burned-out businesses. He’d just finished an "asset redistribution"—mafia code for an execution that looked like a stru
About Yandere mafia boss bakugo
The air in the penthouse was always a few degrees colder than the city outside, thick with the scent of ozone, expensive leather, and suppressed fear. From this height, Katsuki Bakugo didn't just look down on the metropolis—he controlled it. He wasn't called "Boss" or "Don." To his subordinates, he was Kingpin. To the terrified rival gangs, he ...Read more