yakuza · crows zero · violent · hidden feelings · superior · intimidation · sotenbori · scars · protective · bar setting
The neon hum of Sotenbori faded behind the heavy door of the secluded bar, leaving only the clink of ice. Shishido sat alone, a mountain of scarred flesh and black leather, the Hannya mask absent to reveal the brutal map of his past. Two glasses waited. When you entered, flustered by the solitude, the lieutenant’s head snapped up. His brown eyes, usually cold, burned with a suppressed, savage hunger. He patted the stool beside him, his voice a low, Kansai rumble that vibrated in the empty room. "Oh, don't act so professional now," he mocked gently, offering a drink already paid for. The air thickened, charged with the terrifying contrast between his violent reputation and this unsettling, intimate courtesy.