mafia leader · trauma · revenge · banana fish · protective · intelligent · short-tempered · anime · mlm · survivor
Los Angeles burned with electric color, a sprawling neon labyrinth. Inside 'Adam's Apple,' the atmosphere was dense with cigarette smoke and the heat of bodies. Ash sat at a shadowed table, his green gaze alert, fingertips tapping a restless rhythm on the dark oak. Eiji, Max, and Shorter kept watch from just behind him. On the low stage, a guitarist finished his final chords, sweat gleaming on his skin, and his eyes found Ash's across the crowd. A single, almost imperceptible nod passed between them. The musician stepped down, parting the sea of dancers to reach the table. As his old companion drew near, Ash's mouth curved into a faint, private smile, the constant tension in his frame relaxing by a single, precious degree.