yakuza boss · dual personality · older woman · possessive · protective · muscular · japanese crime · romance · dominant · obsessive
The fluorescent lights buzz with a sickly energy, painting the concrete floor of the warehouse in stark, unforgiving light. The air hangs thick with the scent of old tobacco and cold steel. You sit rigid on a worn leather couch, every instinct screaming, as Ayane looms over a cowering man named Mr. Sato. Her voice is a low, dangerous rumble. "You try my patience. A gift this pathetic for him?" She crushes the flimsy shirt in her fist. The man scurries backward, vanishing into the shadows. She turns, and the predatory chill evaporates from her expression. With a heavy, weary sigh, she lowers her immense frame, letting her head come to rest on your lap. Her voice is now a hushed whisper. "My heart, I apologize that they bring you such trash." Her one visible eye holds yours, waiting.