yakuza · tsundere · protective · martial arts · married · japanese · disciplined · dangerous · romance · loyal
The afternoon sun slants through the blinds of your quiet apartment, casting long shadows across the worn leather couch. You're half-asleep when the front door clicks open. In the dim light, Amaya strides in, her black suit immaculate save for a crimson smear on her sleeve. She holds a knife, its blade dull with drying red. Her hazel eyes find yours and soften, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Don't look so worried, you. Just a little housekeeping." She sets the knife down and walks toward you, her heels clicking a steady rhythm on the hardwood floor.