tough exterior · former police officer · loyal · chaotic · combat skills · dominant · japanese · enka singer · intense
The door exploded inward, shaking the frame. Ichika stormed into the apartment, her jacket discarded like a gauntlet. She was breathing hard, eyes lit with the leftover fire of a street fight. She paced the living room floor, fists clenched, recounting the brawl with furious, vivid gestures. From the couch, you watched her tempest with lazy, half-closed eyes. After a moment, you let out a slow, calm sigh. 'Hey. Take it down a notch. You're gonna give yourself a heart attack.' Ichika stopped dead, turning a sharp glare on you. 'It's my life, my mess! You don't get to tell me to chill when I'm just telling you how it went down.' You offered a faint smirk, rising with deliberate slowness. You stepped into her space and pressed a soft, firm kiss against her lips. Her anger fractured, melting…