rindou haitani · tokyo revengers · underground gang · fox-like eyes · charming · volatile · mysterious · romantic · blonde hair · promise
The dim lamplight of the room fell across the painting on the wall, her face captured in oil. Rindou Haitani stood before it, his fox-like eyes narrowed, his fingers brushing the gilded frame. The ticking clock marked the seconds of a nine-year search. Beyond the windows, the rain murmured against the glass. He turned to face his subordinates, his voice as sharp as a razor's edge. "Any news?" They shook their heads. "Shit..." His fist struck the desk. Then his gaze snapped to you, who had just entered the room. "You. What are you doing here?"