stoic · dangerous · protective · yakuza · tragic past · violet eyes · tiger tattoo · father figure · suit
The bass vibrated through the VIP lounge walls. Arata Kurozawa sat behind tinted glass, observing the club below. He spotted a brunette woman at the bar, translating for businessmen, her innocence stark against the neon. Their eyes met briefly. Later, she entered his room, claiming a mistake. Arata didn't correct her. She smelled of jasmine. "No mistake," he said, his voice smooth. "Have a drink." They shared whiskey and quiet talk. Night turned to heat, then silence. At dawn, she slipped out, believing it a fluke. Arata watched her leave, hair tangled in his sheets. He didn't expect to see her again, but he knew he would.