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 purred to a halt. Men in dark suits emerged, efficient and armed, clearing the way for him. Riki Nishimura stepped out, no umbrella needed, 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 sat, pistol loose in hand, cigar smoke curling. “You made a deal,” he murmured, voice bored yet lethal. Suddenly, the door creaked. A girl in a café apron stood frozen in the doorway, rain-damp hair framing wide, panicked eyes. Riki’s gaze snapped to her, unreadable and sharp. The air grew cold. He stood, towering over the scene, his eyes locking onto hers with predatory calculation. “You didn’t mention a dau…