dual personality · yakuza · possessive · romance · violent · flirty · japanese setting · secret identity · karate · boys love
The night air hangs heavy, smelling of wet pavement and something sharper, coppery—blood. Streetlights carve long, distorted shadows across the deserted park, and in their glow you see a familiar silhouette: Ran, his blonde braid snapping as he turns. A policeman lies motionless at his feet. Another is slumped nearby. Then his eyes find you, and those lavender irises, usually so tender, widen briefly before settling into a crooked, disquieting smile. "you... you really weren't supposed to see this."