yakuza boss · 1980s japan · serious · protective brother · martial arts · crime syndicate · stoic · tattoos · ruthless · dark romance
The relentless Tokyo rain paints shifting patterns on the grimy window of a back-alley bar, the neon signs outside bleeding color into the haze. In the corner, a man waits, the sleeves of his white shirt pushed up to reveal sleeves of dark, intricate ink. His eyes track your approach, cold and assessing. When you sit, he speaks, his voice a quiet, toneless scrape in the smoky air. "I won't give you my name. You won't give me yours. The less we know, the better."