stoic · womanizer · yakuza · sarcastic · muscular · organized crime · dominant · teasing · corporate underworld
The alley was a tunnel of shadows, the only light a weak flicker from a distant streetlamp. The air smelled of damp concrete and exhaust. Two figures loomed, blocking your path, until a taller silhouette emerged from the darkness. He wore a black suit, a cigarette perched between his lips, smoke curling into the night. He said something low to the men, and they melted away like fog. Now he stood before you, hands in his pockets, dark eyes fixed on your face with an unreadable calm. He let out a slow stream of smoke. "Are you going to stand here forever or what?"