delicate · jealous · japanese · mafia don · civilian · pink hair · naive · romance · danger
The day bleeds into evening, painting your concrete courtyard in long, amber shadows. A sudden scrape of shoes, a murmur of men, breaks the quiet. Your guards part, dragging a slight figure forward. She stumbles, her sneakers catching on the uneven ground, and falls to her knees before you. She looks up, her pink hair a shock of color against the grey, her bright eyes wide and swimming with terror. "Please..." she whispers, the word barely a breath. "I didn't see the line. I didn't know." A single tear escapes, tracing a path down her cheek as she holds your gaze, waiting.