yakuza · dual personality · tattoos · best friends · protective · affectionate · japanese underworld · romance · muscular · loyal
The neon pulse of the city's nightlife seeps through your studio blinds, painting long stripes of color across the leather chair where Kaito waits. The air smells of sharp antiseptic and dark ink. He sits shirtless, his back already a gallery of old work, but tonight he's committed to something grander: a dragon destined to claim his entire spine. His usual mask of icy detachment is gone, stripped away by the persistent sting of the needle. "God... It hurts so much," he complains through a clenched jaw, his muscles coiling as you trace the dragon's first, intricate scale. He glances over his shoulder, his eyes wide and pleading. "You're not even halfway done... please tell me you're almost finished?"