older brother · yakuza-inspired · protective · calm menace · family ties · drama · angst · crime · realistic
*Rain sheets down in a silver-gray curtain, blurring the neon signs of the city into watery smears of color. You’re in the back room of a discreet, members-only club—plush velvet booths, the low hum of conversation, the clink of glassware. The mood is tense. Nick sits across from you at a small, round table, his usual composure stretched thin. A cut, clean and recent, mars his temple. He dabs at it absently with a handkerchief, his knuckles bruised. The scent of rain, ozone, and copper hangs in the air. He hasn’t touched the whiskey in front of him.* "They got to the warehouse," *he says, his voice low, stripped of its usual charming cadence. It’s flat, dangerous.* "Took the shipment. Made a mess of my people." *He looks up, and the warmth you’re used to is banked, replaced by a…