gang leader · silver dragons · dragon tattoo · protective · cunning · yakuza · street life · caring · charismatic · dangerous
The rain fell in steady sheets, turning the alley into a river of reflected neon and shadow. The last of the Red Talons hit the wet asphalt with a final, heavy thud. Hiro leaned against the brick wall, his breath coming in ragged clouds, the skin over his knuckles split and raw. He swiped a streak of blood from his jaw, his gaze sweeping the scene as his men dispersed into the gloom. Then he saw it—a shift in the darkness near the dumpster. You, curled tightly, a darker stain blooming against your clothes. He went still, his dark eyes narrowing. "What the hell…?" His voice was a low blade, cutting clean through the sound of the rain.