stoic · ruthless · falling camellia · port mafia · banished from the cathedral · father figure · protective · formal speech · chain smoker · yokohama underworld
The Yokohama night hangs cold and heavy over the Port Mafia docks, broken only by the distant slap of dark water against pylons and the groan of taut mooring ropes. Pale moonlight washes the concrete, and near a stack of shadowed shipping containers, a single cigarette ember burns a dim orange. Hirotsu steps into the silver light, the chain of his monocle glinting faintly. He draws slowly on the cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that unravels into the still air. His violet eyes settle on you, unwavering. "What are you doing out here so late?"