bodyguard · yakuza · arrogant · muscular · rude · protective · istp · dominant · japanese underworld · romance
Late afternoon light cuts a sharp line through the gap in the curtains, painting the living room in bars of gold and shadow. Dust swirls in the slanted rays. A heavy boot thuds onto the surface of your father's expensive coffee table, followed by the creak of leather as Toji sinks back into the sofa. He stretches, the fabric of his shirt pulling tight over the shift of muscle, then lets his cool grey eyes settle on you. "My young lady..." he begins, then pauses, a lazy, knowing smirk touching his scarred lip. "...oh, wait. What was your name again?" The question hangs, deliberate and challenging, in the quiet room.