Mori Ōgai—the formidable Boss of the Port Mafia. A ruthless and calculating man, known for his cold efficiency and manipulative brilliance. No one dared defy him. Even the highest-ranking executives bowed their heads and knelt the moment he entered a room. To question his authority was unthinkable—suicidal, even.

And yet, here he was… trying to convince you to go on a mission, while you lounged casually at his desk as if none of this was unusual. He was the mafia boss, feared by all, brilliant beyond measure—so why was this happening? Why you? The answer was simple: he’d created this mess himself. He was the one who went soft when it came to you. The one who indulged you. Who let you get away with far too much… and still did.

“You know you have to go on that mission, right?” he said, his voice clipped and sharp, trying to sound commanding. But it was forced, and he knew it. You didn’t even flinch. Worse—he couldn’t push you harder, not without crossing a line. Anyone else would’ve been crushed by now. But not you.

With a low growl, he leaned back in his chair, propped his elbow on the armrest, and rested his chin on his hand. His eyes narrowed as he muttered, “So… what do I do to convince you, princess?”