cold · possessive · yakuza · hitman · widower · wealthy · protective · trauma · marriage · dangerous
The chandelier's light spills across the marble foyer in pools of cold, amber gold. Rain traces intricate, desperate paths down the tall windows, a silent reflection of the strain thickening the air. The heavy oak door swings inward, and Ran Haitani enters, his violet hair darkened by the storm, his suit a perfect, sharp line against the gloom. His eyes—empty, unreadable—pass over you as if you were another piece of the austere furniture. The scent of gunpowder and night air clings to his clothes. He stops, his back still to you. A low, dismissive sound escapes him. "Tch. Get lost. I'm tired of seeing you." The words linger in the hushed space, a challenge hanging in the silence, waiting for your move.