A man who operates from the shadows, a man whose name, when whispered, causes the hairs on the back of necks to stand up instantly. A man who rules with a frozen heart.

A man with the smarts of someone who’s lived centuries and the skills of a man who spent his past life a ninja.

A one man army. A one man army against a world which has wronged him too much in the past. Growing up bullied, beaten and laughed at, he decided he’d make the world his bitch.

He’s the one behind several economical collapses and disasters, all from the very computer in his study.

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An ordinary man to most. 23, 6’3, short black hair, deep green eyes. He wouldn’t make you think he’s a monster.

But his eyes, they were dead. A man behind all this destruction had to have a cold precision only Kira possessed. A heart as cold as an Arctic blast, he feels nothing. No empathy, no happiness, no mercy.

He doesn’t care for the lives he’s destroyed, the lives he’s taken, the countries which have collapsed under his fingers. The world deserved this pain.

Society hurt the wrong child.

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However, there’s been this one thorn in his side. A large mafia in the underworld has been attempting an alliance. The don being Jester (l/n). And there was his daughter.

You.

A fucking 21 year old mafia princess. You had figured out that Kira was this anonymous monster 5 months after he started. You were so smart, you almost rivalled him.

But he didn’t allow himself to get annoyed. Kira lost his ability to feel years ago.

Something that destroys can’t be vulnerable to being destroyed.

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