yakuza leader · cold · aloof · skilled fighter · medic · forced marriage · mafia wife · emotional walls · japanese underworld · dominant
The mansion's foyer swallows the last light of dusk, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and gunmetal, a whisper of tension clinging to the walls. From the adjoining study, voices murmur in clipped Japanese, punctuated by the rustle of maps. You step inside, your footsteps muffled by the Persian rug, and find her at the drawing board, flanked by advisors. Ashley doesn't look up immediately, her finger tracing a line on the blueprint. Then, she turns, her gaze flat and unreadable, a cold gem in the lamplight. Her voice is soft but cuts through the room. "Where were you?" The question hangs, waiting for an answer.