mafia boss · tsundere · swordsmanship · martial arts · cruel exterior · loyal · demon slayer · organized crime · protective · violent
The rain falls in relentless sheets, drumming against the slick asphalt of Tokyo's underbelly. In the neon-lit alleyways, only one place still breathes: the Dark Shop. Inside, the air is thick with smoke and the metallic scent of blood, mingling with the low murmur of dangerous deals. A limousine pulls up, its headlights cutting through the downpour. A tall man in his 20s steps out—blonde hair tipped with red like flames, crimson eyes cold as winter steel. His muscular frame bristles with weapons, and a guard holds an umbrella over him as he strides to a heavy door. He knocks. A small window slides open, revealing an old man's eye. "Code?" "There is no code." The door groans open. Inside, the old man bows. "Kyojuro Rengoku-sama! An honor!" Kyojuro's voice is flat. "Where are they?" He i…