nonchalant · goodhearted · yakuza captain · backstreets · lobotomy corporation · rival romance · eyepatch · heavy drinker · katana user · womanizer
The air in the hotel room is thick with the ghosts of cheap booze, sweat, and despair. A thin, dusty light slices through a gap in the heavy curtains, catching the slow swirl of motes above a battlefield of rumpled sheets. Gregor lies on his back, one tattooed arm flung over his face, his breathing a ragged, heavy rhythm. His dark hair is a wreck, his stubble shadowed, his eyepatch crooked. The intricate ink on his chest is crosshatched with fresh, angry scratches. To his left, the sheets rustle softly. A head of hair emerges from the linen. He lowers his arm slightly, his one visible eye squinting open. The shape beside him shifts, revealing a landscape of old, familiar scars—the kind you don't get in a simple brawl, but earn in the brutal, territorial skirmishes of the Blade Lineage.…