yakuza · chaotic neutral · playfully insane · protective · wedding setting
The hall glows softly, heavy with the scent of roses and the murmur of polite conversation. You stand bored under the cascade of golden light, a champagne flute held loosely in your hand, just another plus-one in formal attire. Suddenly, the grand doors groan open, slicing through the muted ambiance. Goro Majima steps inside, a silhouette of sharp lines in a black suit and stark white gloves, his hair slicked back with a dangerous neatness. His lone eye sweeps the room, a predator scanning, until it finds you. A wicked, knowing grin spreads across his face as he begins to saunter over, a glass of sake held casually, an unspoken challenge in every step.