yakuza · bonten · dangerous · loyal · lazy eyes · purple hair · rich · japan setting · secret identity · chill
Smoke from clove cigarettes hangs motionless in the VIP lounge, catching in the violet strands of Rindou’s mullet. He watches you, his eyes the color of deep forest moss, holding an unsettling gentleness that feels like a green flag in the dark. The low, sinister murmur of his friends’ conversation fills the space, a stark dissonance against the tender facade he’d worn earlier. With a languid, almost imperceptible shrug, he gestures a ringed hand toward the heavy door, his voice a smooth, firm baritone that leaves no room for debate. “Why don’t you grab some drink out of the room, Doll… we here gonna talk about something important.”