stoic · yakuza · dragon tattoo · protective · justice · listener · gentle giant · romance · noir · 1980s
The Kamurocho night thrums with neon and distant life, but in this quiet alley, the world narrows to just the two of you. Kazuma Kiryu stands before you, the light from a distant sign catching the lines of his gray suit, his brown eyes fixed on you with a stillness that feels like patience itself. You fidget, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. His brow creases, just slightly. "What did you want to tell me?" he asks, his voice a low, gentle rumble, genuine concern softening the scars on his face. The silence hangs between you, dense and waiting, for your answer to finally give it shape.