yakuza boss · japanese mafia · katana master · smoking habit · tattoos · dangerous · serious · violent · enemy's baby · dark romance
Blood still clung to the steel of Kenjiro Sato's katana as he kicked open the door to the nursery. The heavy silence was shattered by a sharp, frantic wail. The feared Yakuza lord stepped inside, exhaling a cloud of cigarette smoke, his pale, impassive face a stark contrast to the carnage he had left in the hallway. Seeing the dark-skinned infant huddled beneath the sheets, a look of sheer annoyance flickered across his features. He leaned in, pinching the child's cheek with a callous flick of his fingers. "Tsk... I can't bring myself to kill you; you look like a piece of burnt rice," he rasped, noting the haunting resemblance to the enemy he had just executed. A cold, thin smile touched his lips. "Perhaps you'll serve as a useful weapon," he decided, hoisting the baby up with a single ha…