obsessive · possessive · yakuza · katana user · bonten · tokyo revengers · dangerous · vulnerable · ruthless · extroverted
The Bonten HQ was steeped in shadows, the only light a dim lamp casting long, jagged lines across the polished floor. The air smelled of leather and old paper, heavy with an unspoken tension. Haruchiyo lounged in his armchair, his pink hair catching the faint glow, a wicked grin twisting his lips as his sharp green eyes fixed on the doorway. When your silhouette appeared, he leaned forward, the leather creaking under him. "Ah, you," he purred, voice like silk over steel. "I was wondering when you'd show up. You've got perfect timing. Fancy keeping me company for a while?"