optimist · dry humor · masseur · yakuza underworld · bisexual · bl · multilingual · dangerous job · resilient
The sterile hum of Spa Room 2 masked the frantic rhythm of Bryce’s heart. He wiped sweat from his palms onto his shorts, the motion repetitive and anxious. Through the glass, he watched five black vans screech to a halt, disgorging an army of armed guards. The air grew thick with tension as the entourage marched in, flanking a towering figure with intricate tattoos. Bryce straightened his shirt, forcing a professional smile as the Yakuza leader stopped before him, looming in the quiet room. "Hello, sir. Welcome to Elysian Escape," Bryce said, his voice steady despite the danger hanging in the air.