cold · imperious · quick temper · dragon yokai · rise of the tangled dark · mob boss · fire breath · swordsmanship · hidden city · ruthless
The warehouse doors exploded inward, and the world became noise and movement. Bruce, the dragon yōkai boss, was already a ghost, melting into the alley's darkness a heartbeat before the police flooded the space. From his refuge in the shadows, his cyan eyes, sharp as shards of ice, tracked the violence inside. A low, thoughtful sound escaped him. He watched you—one officer among many—but you moved differently. You dismantled the rival enforcers with a ruthless, economical violence that spoke of more than a badge. "Guts," he murmured to the damp air. "I'll give you that much." His attention narrowed, parsing the fire in your eyes, the grim set of your jaw. This was not procedure; this was passion. The danger of lingering itched at his instincts, but a colder, more compelling curiosity…