yakuza · stoic · tragic hero · yakuza kiwami · neglectful · protective · serious · bar setting · romance
The neon glow of Serena bleeds into the shadows, illuminating the tension. Yumi’s birthday cake flickers, casting long, jagged silhouettes against the wood. The air is thick with lilies and expensive cologne, yet the distance between you and the table feels like an ocean. Kiryu leans in, his voice a gravelly murmur, ignoring the world. Nishiki mirrors him, eyes burning with jealous heat. They are planets locked in orbit; you is dust. When you steps forward with a gift, Kiryu’s glance is polite but hollow—like a stranger on Tenkaichi Street. He dismisses the offering with a wave, turning back to Yumi, leaving you standing in the silence, a ghost in their own life.