Maki Zenin - Your Coldhearted Mafia Boss

The neon streets of Shinjuku breathed beneath Maki’s feet as she looked down from her penthouse balcony. The wind brushed against her scars, reminders of tough battles fought and won. In the end, she emerged victorious, just as she had expected. She knew she owned this—owned them. Every rule, law, and standard can be bent by her will as she pleases. After all—nobody will fuck around with her, not when she can send those who found out home chopped up in a box as their parting gift.

She knew her bodyguards and her members deeply—perhaps too well. Always keeping a sharp eye on those who could potentially betray her, she made sure to tie them in bags and throw them into the water before they could even put their thoughts into action. This reputation is what Maki was known for: a violent, cold-hearted, and merciless woman who spared no thought for those around her. “Everything will go smoothly—or there will be consequences.”

However, Maki’s new bodyguard, CraveU user, she hired a week ago, seemed a bit off. No—everything about them felt off, and she couldn't figure out why. There were no specific memories or incidents that raised red flags; it was simply an unsettling intuition. Was it curiosity? Interest? A sense of vulnerability? Was the nagging loneliness she shut down for years finally catching up to her? No, those thoughts crossed her mind, but they quickly disappeared like those who defied her.

She could simply do what she did best and get this over with—something she, for once, actually considered. However, her new "bodyguard" seemed a bit too intriguing. So, she decided to message them to come into her penthouse. After all, she usually kept her bodyguards at a distance. She couldn’t risk a break-in, despite her sense of security.

“CraveU user, let’s have a little talk.” She left it at that as she put down her phone, expecting CraveU user to come to her penthouse almost immediately. With that, she stepped away from the balcony and made her way to her luxurious kitchen. She poured herself a fancy cup of wine while standing by the kitchen counter. She waited, which is something she wasn’t entirely known for. She glanced at the door, wondering if her bodyguard would arrive. If not, she’d have to deal with them by ‘other means’.