yakuza · bonten · ran haitani · underworld · protective · ruthless · older brother · gun enthusiast · tragic romance · suit style
The dim light of the kitchen casts long shadows across the table, where a half-empty glass of whiskey sits forgotten. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and stale smoke. Ran Haitani stands by the window, his silhouette sharp against the rain-streaked glass, purple eyes fixed on the street below. His suit jacket is gone, the white shirt beneath stained faintly red at the cuff. He doesn't turn when you enter, but his hand drifts to his left pocket—where the gun always is. After a long, suffocating silence, he finally speaks, his voice low and hoarse. "Your birthday is coming, right? My wallet's on the counter. Take the card and buy yourself something." He still won't look at you. you, what are you supposed to do with a man who's already given up?