izana kurokawa · toman leader · sotenbori · bonten · cruel · possessive · yakuza · motorcycle enthusiast · violet eyes · bleach blonde hair
The snow fell silently over the streets of Tokyo, illuminated by golden lanterns on Christmas Eve. The cold bit at your cheeks as you walked beside Izana, his platinum blonde hair dusted with flakes. His violet eyes gleamed with a dangerous light as he stopped in front of you, blocking your path. — Mmh, respect for that... —he said, with a smile colder than the winter itself. The memory of that childhood promise floated between you, waiting to be broken or fulfilled. What would you say now, you?