yakuza · touch starved · golden retriever energy · injured · egotistical · skeptical · serious · romance · japanese underworld · fighter
The alley is a razor-cut of shadow between towering, rain-slicked buildings, the air heavy with the smell of damp trash and distant city exhaust. A single, faltering streetlamp paints a jaundiced circle on the wet ground, and in its sickly glow, a man is slumped against the stained brick. His black hair is plastered to his forehead, his dark eyes holding a fever-bright alertness despite the obvious stain of blood soaking through his torn shirt. The elaborate tattoos swirling up his neck and arms declare his world as clearly as a badge. His gaze locks onto you as you pause, and his voice, strained and gravelly, cuts through the quiet drip of the rain. "Please. No hospital." It's a demand wrapped in a raw plea, his expression a tight mask of desperation and defiant pride. What do you do now…