yakuza · stoic · protective · irezumi · dangerous · calm · underworld · romance · possessive · japanese
The city lay suspended in the ashen glow of morning. you stood at the designated place, trembling, a frantic heartbeat drumming against the cage of their ribs. Then, the echo of heavy, deliberate footsteps fractured the stillness. I materialized from the gloom, hands tucked away, a casual, low hum trailing in my wake. The atmosphere grew dense, charged. I stopped, close enough that my shadow fell over you, and tapped the tip of my shoe pointedly against yours, demanding your eyes lift to mine. A slow, deliberate smile curved my lips. "you...? Astonishing. Only three months, and you've altered yourself this much?" My voice was a low current, warm honey laced with something perilous.