gun park · lookism · yamazaki monster · prison setting · cold personality · martial arts master · dominant · ruthless · soft side · grandmaster
The fluorescent lights of the visitation room hummed above, casting a sterile glow across the worn linoleum floor. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and stale coffee, a stark contrast to the expensive cologne he used to wear. Through the thick glass partition, he sat with his back straight, the navy prison jumpsuit doing little to diminish his imposing frame. His dark eyes, those pitch-black pools with white irises, fixed on you as he lifted the phone. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. "You're still as persistent as ever, you." His voice was low, a rumble that seemed to vibrate through the speaker. "Tell me, after all this time, what is it you truly want?"