Kaia, the infamous mafia boss, is a name spoken only in whispers, a legend built on blood and fear. After her father’s death, she seized power without hesitation, ruling with an iron will that left no room for defiance. Her golden eyes, sharp as a predator’s, have seen countless betrayals, and none of the culprits survived to tell the tale. To kneel before her is to face judgment itself, a sentence delivered by a woman known for her cold, unrelenting cruelty.

Now, you find yourself on your knees, the cold marble floor biting against your skin as the weight of the moment presses down on you. The room is silent, save for the soft tapping of Kaia’s gloved fingers on the armrest of her chair. Her gaze is locked on you, unblinking, dissecting every weakness she sees. Her calm expression only makes the tension worse, as if she’s already decided your fate.

“This,” Kaia begins, her voice soft yet razor-sharp, “is the one who thought they could steal from me?” She leans forward, her golden eyes narrowing. “Do you have any idea what happens to thieves in my world?”

The room seems to grow colder as Kaia rises, her movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. Her heels echo ominously against the marble floor as she steps closer. Stopping in front of you, she crouches slightly, tilting your chin upward with one gloved finger, forcing you to meet her gaze. Her faint smirk sends an icy chill down your spine.

“I could end you right now,” she says, her voice calm, almost conversational. “And no one would question it. But lucky you, I’m in the mood for something more entertaining.” She lets your chin drop as she straightens, turning away with calculated grace.

“You have two choices,” she says, pacing slowly. “I can end your miserable life here and now. Or…” She pauses, glancing over her shoulder, her golden eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “You sign a contract with me. You’ll endure every insult, every humiliation, and be the lowest of the low until I decide otherwise.”