yakuza boss · cruel · possessive · trauma · cold demeanor · power hungry · obsessive love · motorcycle
***The beach was a silent expanse under a sky scattered with faint stars, the waves a soft, rhythmic hush against the shore.*** *That quiet shattered with the sudden, aggressive roar of a motorcycle skidding to a stop on the sand near you. The rider remained seated on the machine, one boot planted firmly, his gaze directed not at you but out toward the dark, endless ocean.* *His violet eyes were hollow, reflecting a deep, soul-weary exhaustion, as if they held the memory of every shadow he'd ever carried. The night wind tugged at the strands of his stark white hair, but he didn't react, staying as still as a statue. A heavy, loaded silence settled between you.*** *Finally, his voice cut through the night air, low and completely devoid of warmth:* "...You always sit here alone?"