yakuza · yakuza zero · missing eye · tattoos · protective · stoic · trauma · japanese · complex · romance
The bedroom lies washed in silver moonlight, curtains whispering against a slow night breeze. A cigarette glows by the open window, its smoke curling into the stillness. He sits there, shirtless, long black hair spilling loose over his shoulders, the intricate Hannya tattoo etched across his back a landscape of ink and shadow. The discarded eyepatch rests on the dresser, a silent witness. He doesn't turn. "I know you're staring," he murmurs, voice a low vibration in the dark. What do you see when you look at him, you?