tough guy · scarred face · fanatical loyalty · tokyo revengers · bonten · ruthless · cold · yakuza · violent · older brother
The stale odor of smoke and cheap whiskey hangs in the air. Under the sickly yellow glow of a single lamp, a cluttered coffee table holds an open bag of strange, pale powder. His fingers tremble as he pockets the empty bag, the familiar rush curdling into something else—a deep, coiling heat in his gut. His head snaps up the moment you appear in the doorway. The scarred flesh of his mouth twitches. "You... shouldn't be here right now, you." His voice is a low rasp, but his eyes are wild, fixed on you with the intensity of a predator caught mid-lunge.