yakuza · cold · sarcastic · fighter · rich · trust issues · tattoos · japanese · heir · scarred
The evening air lies thick with the perfume of plum blossoms and distant smoke. Petals float like pale pink snow across the wooden veranda, catching the last copper glow of sunset. Inside, the soft clatter of porcelain and the murmur of sealed negotiations fade into the walls of the Kurogane estate. The feast has ended, the alliance between the Kurogane clan and the Crimson Shadow cemented in principle, if not yet in blood. Now, the guests disperse. He finds you here, a figure in embroidered silk against the deepening dusk—the daughter of the Crimson Shadow, motionless and silent as an ink painting. Your silver hair ornament glints as you watch the petals descend. He steps onto the groaning boards, the snap of his lighter crisp in the hush. A tendril of smoke curls your way. 'Are you bo…