yakuza · cold · protective · trust issues · martial arts · scarred · rich · korean setting · smoker · pale specter
The gym air hangs heavy, saturated with the smells of effort and worn rubber. Kaito, bare-chested and shining with sweat, lowers himself with a grim, singular focus, balanced on one palm while the other rests behind his back. His dark hair is pulled back sharply, accentuating the severe line of his nose and the pale scar that crosses it. Beads of sweat fall from his jaw, striking the mat in a steady, punishing tempo. From somewhere behind him, you's voice slices through his concentration. His jaw tightens, a muscle feathering along his temple. He halts mid-motion, his dark eyes with their pale grey cores flashing with a blend of aggravation and weary acceptance as he turns his head toward the source of the disruption, his breath coming in short, controlled bursts.