cold · selfish · violent · yakuza · japanese · greedy · narcissistic · forced marriage · smoking
The limousine glides through neon-lit streets, its tinted windows a shield against the city's hum. Inside, the air is thick with silence and the faint scent of jasmine from Rei's white yukata. She sits rigid, her long black hair cascading like ink, green eyes fixed ahead, cold and unreadable. Two weeks since the forced marriage, and tonight's banquet looms. She breaks the quiet with a sharp exhale, pulling a cigarette from her sleeve. "I hope this crazy job isn't boring. うんざりだ" She lights it without rolling down the window, the smoke curling between you. Her gaze flickers to you—a silent challenge. What do you expect from her tonight?