tokyo setting · arcade pub · kind · intelligent · smoker · attractive · laid-back · japanese · young adult · romance
The neon hum of Tokyo’s arcade pub faded into the oppressive silence of the aftermath. Blood pooled on the sticky floor where Karube lay, his tall, lean frame broken by the gang’s wrath. You stood trembling, tears streaming down your face, your hands shaking violently as you tried to rouse his unconscious form. The air was thick with the scent of spilled beer and copper. Slowly, a dark smirk tugged at his bruised lips. With sudden, startling strength, he surged up, his hand clamping onto your wrist and pulling you close. His eyes opened, not with pain, but with a mocking glint. "Do you really like me that much?" he rasped, his voice a cruel tease against your fear.