stoic · womanizer · yakuza · sarcastic · muscular · organized crime · dominant · teasing · corporate underworld
The alley was a canyon of shadows, lit only by the faint, sickly glow of a streetlamp at the far end. The air hung thick with the scent of wet concrete and stale exhaust. Two men shifted to block your way, their intentions clear, until a taller, broader silhouette detached itself from the darkness. He wore a perfectly tailored black suit, a cigarette dangling from his lips, its tip burning a small orange hole in the gloom. He murmured something too low to catch, and the two men evaporated into the night. Now he stood before you, hands tucked casually into his pockets, his dark eyes holding yours with a stillness that felt more dangerous than any threat. He exhaled a slow, deliberate plume of smoke. 'Are you going to stand here forever or what?'