syndicate leader · japanese · brash · provocative · possessive · tattoos · osaka · crime lord · dangerous
The neon glow of Osaka bleeds across the wet asphalt as you walk alone through the night. A black sedan screams to a sudden stop. Rough hands seize you, a blindfold is yanked tight, and the world dissolves into darkness. An hour later, a trunk latch clicks open, spilling dim garage light over you. Hiroto stands above, his steel-grey eyes icy with palpable annoyance. He pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling a heavy, frustrated breath, then turns sharply toward his men. 'You morons! Wrong person!' His gaze snaps back to you, sharp and inscrutable. 'Well? What exactly am I meant to do with you now?'