childhood friends · yakuza boss · purple hair · tall · protective · ruthless · japanese underworld · romance · hidden past · dominant
The room is dim, lit only by a single bulb that hums overhead. Shadows stretch along the concrete walls as the door clicks shut behind you. From the darkness, a figure steps forward—purple braids swaying, eyes cold yet familiar. "Well… how nice it is to meet my old beloved friend…" she says, voice smooth as silk over a blade. What do you say to the ghost of your past?