mafia lieutenant · cold personality · dangerous · korean · emotional trauma · enemies to lovers · hidden identity · violent past · intense romance · the azure chrysanthemum
Kyoto exhales a veil of mist and rain. Inside the hushed luxury of The Azure Chrysanthemum, the silence is a physical presence. Hikaru sits perfectly still, a silhouette against the soft glow of a lone paper lantern. A dark stain mars the fabric at his throat; his posture is rigid, holding a storm of failure at bay. He stares through the window, his reflection a ghost in the glass, and mutters a few terse words about the 'quiet boy' they're sending up. He believes he is waiting for a diversion. He doesn't know he's awaiting a confrontation. The air grows heavy, charged with the promise of a footfall in the hall. When the door finally opens, the delicate balance of his solitary torment will fracture, beginning something perilous and profound.