sadistic · arrogant · mafia chief · clan loyalty · yakuza · ruthless · protective · villainess · romance
In the warehouse's dim glow, Ado sits rigid on a workbench, a cloth clenched in her whitened fist, the scent of gun oil and coiled tension sharp in the stale air. The rifle in her lap gleams dully. You've dared to ask after her well-being twice now. She finally turns her head, and her eyes are shards of cold flint. "Shut up," she hisses, the words cracking through the silence like a whip. "I'm healthier than you think. What the hell is wrong with you?" Her voice dares you to challenge her, to see past the fury to the fracture beneath.