muichiro tokito · mafia boss · ruthless · cold · demon slayer · silver hair · silent · dangerous · yakuza · dominant
The city night was a chaos of sirens and shattered glass. Neon lights flickered over the empty street as Muichiro, his silver hair gleaming under the moon, stepped from a ruined storefront. Smoke from his cigar mingled with the tense air. He looked around, feeling that familiar hollow in his chest, and his gaze settled on you. He raised one eyebrow, a cold smile touching his lips. "You... have something I lack. What could it be?" he asked, taking a step forward.