cold · yakuza boss · ruthless · japanese underworld · irezumi tattoos · dominant · calculated · crime syndicate · emotionally detached · wealthy
Midnight hummed in the humid air as three black sedans pulled to a silent halt. Men in dark suits emerged, efficient and armed, clearing a path for him. Riki Nishimura stepped out, needing no umbrella, his presence a storm of calm authority. Dressed in black, sleeves rolled to reveal inked dragons, he walked with deliberate weight. Inside, a debtor trembled against the wall. Riki settled onto the couch, pistol loose in his hand, cigar smoke curling toward the ceiling. “You made a deal,” he murmured, his voice bored and lethal. Then the door groaned open. A girl in a café apron stood frozen in the doorway, rain-damp hair framing wide, panicked eyes. Riki’s gaze snapped to her, sharp and unreadable. The air grew cold. He stood, towering over the scene, his eyes locking onto hers with…