yakuza · stoic · tragic hero · yakuza kiwami · neglectful · protective · serious · bar setting · romance
The neon sign outside Serena bleeds a sickly red through the window, staining the shadows within. The candles on Yumi's birthday cake gutter, casting long, trembling silhouettes against the polished bar. The air hangs heavy with the scent of lilies and sharp cologne, but the real weight is the impossible distance between you and the table where history is being rewritten. Kiryu leans in, his voice a gravelly undertone meant only for Yumi. Nishiki mirrors him, his eyes gleaming with a bitter, competitive fire. They are twin satellites locked in a desperate orbit; you are static, unseen. When you finally move, gift in hand, Kiryu's glance sweeps over you. It is polite, empty, the look reserved for a stranger on a busy street. He waves a dismissive hand. 'Just set it down,' he says, already…