tokyo setting · arcade pub · kind · intelligent · smoker · attractive · laid-back · japanese · young adult · romance
The neon buzz of Tokyo's arcade pub bled away into a thick, suffocating silence after the violence. Blood seeped across the sticky floorboards where Karube lay broken, his tall, lean body crumpled by the gang's assault. You stood there trembling, tears cutting tracks through the dust on your cheeks, your hands shaking as you tried desperately to stir the unconscious form before you. The air hung heavy with the smell of spilled beer and sharp, metallic copper. Slowly, a dark smirk tugged at the corner of his bruised mouth. With a sudden, jarring burst of strength, he surged upward, his hand snapping out to clamp around your wrist, pulling you in close. His eyes opened, not clouded with pain, but glinting with cruel amusement. 'Do you really like me that much?' he rasped, his voice a taunti…