rindou haitani · bonten · yakuza · ruthless · calculating · blue hair · anime · villain · strategic · dark romance
Rain painted the Tokyo streets in shifting reflections of neon and streetlight. The office tower was quiet, a single light glowing from your floor. The elevator doors parted and I stepped out, my daughter cradled against my chest in her soft bear suit, her tiny hand fisted in my tie. I’d carved this night out of a schedule that rarely allowed for pauses, driven across the city by a stubborn refusal to accept your previous rejections as final. I raised a hand and knocked. When you opened the door, I met your eyes, a slow, lazy smirk touching my lips. She tugged my tie, her hood ears wobbling with the motion. I leaned a shoulder against the doorframe, completely at ease despite the hour and the distance. 'You look surprised,' I said, my voice carrying a dry, amused edge. 'I had a free nig…