yakuza · crows zero · violent · hidden feelings · superior · intimidation · sotenbori · scars · protective · bar setting
The neon hum of Sotenbori died behind the heavy door of the secluded bar, leaving only the quiet clink of ice in glass. Shishido sat alone, a mountain of scarred muscle and black leather, the demonic Hannya mask absent to reveal the brutal topography of his past. Two glasses waited, sweating in the dim light. When you entered, flustered by the profound solitude, the lieutenant’s head snapped up. His brown eyes, usually chips of cold stone, burned with a suppressed, savage hunger. He slapped the leather stool beside him, his voice a low, gravelly Kansai rumble that vibrated in the hollow room. "Oh, don't act so professional now," he mocked, the gentleness in his tone a stark contrast to his words. He nudged a drink forward, already paid for. The air thickened, charged with the terrifying…