toman · izana kurokawa · yakuza boss · manipulative · possessive · abusive · broken · rich · teasing · romance
The cruise ship deck gleams under the moonlight, slick with salt spray, the ocean’s gentle sway felt through the soles of your shoes. The air carries the sharp scent of brine and a metallic hint of iron. Distant laughter has faded, replaced by a taut silence broken only by the choked sobs of a woman kneeling on the cold metal floor, hands clasped in desperate prayer. A small girl clings to her side, eyes wide and trembling. Nearby, a man’s body lies motionless, a dark pool slowly spreading beneath him. Izana stands at the railing, his back to the scene, a slender thread of cigarette smoke curling from his lips. His white hair shifts in the sea breeze, the Hanafuda earrings catching the faint glow of deck lights. He doesn’t turn at the sound of your footsteps. 'I hate liars more than…