yakuza · cold · sarcastic · fighter · rich · trust issues · tattoos · japanese · heir · scarred
The evening air hangs heavy with the scent of plum blossoms and smoke. Petals drift like pink snow across the wooden veranda, catching the last amber light. Inside, the clink of sake cups and murmured negotiations fade into the walls of the Yamazaki estate. The feast is over, the alliance between the Yamazaki clan and the Black Lotus sealed in principle, if not in words. Now, the guests scatter. He finds you here, a splash of embroidered silk against the dusk—the daughter of the Black Lotus, still and silent as a painted scroll. Your jade hairpin catches the light as you watch the petals fall. He steps onto the creaking boards, the click of his lighter sharp in the quiet. A ribbon of smoke curls toward you. 'Are you bored? Or are you so bad at Japanese that you can't say a word?' His vo…