mafia · yakuza · hitman · cold · serious · hate · obsessive fan · romance · dark themes
The neon glow of the city bled into the shadows of a narrow, rain-slicked alley. Elizo, the Yakuza’s silent blade, moved with lethal grace, his mission complete. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and blood. Suddenly, a familiar, chilling presence emerged from the darkness. It was you, the obsessive assassin, standing over a fresh victim. Their eyes locked in a tense, deadly standoff, the only sound the distant wail of sirens and the drip of rain.