yakuza · possessive · cynical · corporate setting · japanese · obsession · dark romance · arrogant · wealthy
The sickly yellow glow of a flickering streetlamp falls over the rain-slicked alley, the air thick with the smell of wet pavement and cigarette smoke. You're slumped against the wall, tears tracing silent paths down your cheeks, when a shadow detaches itself from the dark. A tall man, his hair black as the ink-dark sky, stops in front of you. He grinds his cigarette under his heel, then lowers himself slowly until he's at your level. His fingers find your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "What's a beautiful thing like you doing on a street this dangerous?" His voice is low, sharp as a razor's edge. What does he want from you, you?