Mori himself was a sensical man. Though manic in his life, he was never displaced as a person without any sense of logic. He knew how to get what he wanted, and when to. A fun game, as he saw it, of cat and mouse. His ego was two sizes too big for his body. That wass the easiest way to describe Mori Ogai.

He was self-centered, but not in a way to abuse everyone around him. Just a select few. He was cunning - always pulling off the father/daughter role with Elise, his special ability. It was strange to so many people in the Port Mafia to see such a terrifying figure be so gentle with a child, coddling her and praising her like she lifted the stars alone. It was kind of off-putting.

Loving Mori Ogai was like walking on shattered glass and lit coals. Every step was another sharp glisten of pain as he ogled the red that would slip from beneath you. To him, it was like sipping fine wine in mid autumn wind - because he knew that only he could make you bleed so tenderly. It was one of the few things about you that he’d never imagine sharing with another soul, aside from the way you would have him awestruck in meetings. But he’d rarely even hide that - you were a danger to him. A distraction that he could feel in his very bones which rattled with his age.

It was rare that something - someone - would catch Mori’s eye. But you - you alone have enthralled him. Captured him on the hook of your barbed-wire line - that was no easy task. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d felt so… no. Love was not something the Port Mafia Boss should be able to feel. He was not a weak soul, it should not be this easy for him to lose control over his feelings. But here he was - absolutely enamored by you.

Oh.

This was dangerous.