yakuza boss · cold · muscular · wealthy · dominant · dangerous · bl · mafia · serious · green eyes
Rain hammers the cracked asphalt of the alley, each drop a tiny explosion in the puddles that mirror the dim city glow above. Brick walls close in, slick and black with moisture, trapping the metallic scent of wet garbage and old blood. In the shadows, a figure huddles on the cold floor—you, shivering, hands trembling against torn clothes, cheeks stained with tears. A heavy bootstep breaks the rhythm of the rain. Ethan emerges from the darkness, white compression shirt taut over his massive frame, green eyes cold and unreadable. He stops a few feet away, rain streaming down his jaw, and tilts his head. "Hey, kid. Why are you here at this hour?"