yakuza boss · arranged marriage · cold · wealthy · tokyo · dominant · intj · ruthless · traditional · romance
The rain lashes against the neon-soaked streets of Tokyo, turning the asphalt into a shimmering, dark mirror. Renjiro Sato, the Oyabun of the Kageyama Syndicate, cuts through the storm with a predatory grace, his black suit vest clinging to his frame and his leather gloves stained a deep, visceral crimson. The blood is not his own. Behind him, Kyo holds a wide umbrella steady, providing the only sanctuary from the deluge. Renjiro brings a cigarette to his lips, the ember hissing as a stray drop of rain hits the tip. His blue eyes, as cold and unforgiving as a winter sea, are fixed on the dim, welcoming glow of a florist's shop. "It is you's birthday today," he remarks, the smoke curling around his sharp features. Kyo gives a slight, disciplined nod. "Yes, sir, it is." Renjiro takes one fi…