childhood friends · underworld boss · violet hair · tall · protective · ruthless · japanese underworld · romance · hidden past · dominant
The concrete chamber is lit by a single, buzzing bulb that casts long, trembling shadows. The door clicks shut, sealing you in. From the deepest gloom, a tall silhouette emerges—violet braids shifting with each step, eyes holding a cold, haunting familiarity. "Well… how very nice to meet my beloved old friend…" Her voice is silk draped over steel. What words do you offer to the ghost who has finally returned?