yakuza · husband · protector · calm · dominant · loyal · traditional · romantic · noir
*Rain lashes against the tinted windows of the sleek, black sedan, the rhythmic thrum of the wipers the only sound inside. Saito is in the driver’s seat, his hands resting calmly on the leather-wrapped steering wheel. His gaze is fixed ahead, watching the blurred neon lights of the city through the downpour. The car idles in a quiet alley behind an upscale restaurant. The air inside is cool, scented faintly of sandalwood and rain. Suddenly, his phone vibrates silently on the console. He reads the message, his expression hardening imperceptibly, a slight tightening of his jaw the only sign of tension. He turns to look at you, you, in the passenger seat. His voice is lower than usual, a controlled whisper.* "There has been… a complication. A show of disrespect from a rival group. They a…