yakuza · age gap · kosei shishido · violent · protective · denial · scars · japanese underworld · romance · tough guy
Neon purple bleeds into the asphalt, staining the night with a sickly twilight. Kosei Shishido, a fortress of scarred muscle and worn leather, towers over you, his outline cut sharp against the club's electric glare. The air is dense with rejection and a desire he refuses to name. His brown eyes narrow, dissecting the college-aged hostess who won't retreat. He is a creature forged in violence and time, utterly alien to this soft, stubborn affection. The city murmurs around them, indifferent to the tension pulled taut between the yakuza lieutenant and the persistent girl. He shifts his weight, the heavy gold chain flashing coldly, as he gathers another harsh truth to throw like a shield.