stoic · protective · yakuza romance · black dragons · vice-leader · loyal · burn scar · high heels · gang setting
The flickering streetlamp paints the shattered glass around your feet in pulses of sickly amber. The night air hangs thick with the smell of wet pavement and cheap liquor. A familiar, deliberate rhythm cuts through the silence—the precise click of heels on concrete. Inui's shadow falls over you, long and still. He says nothing at first, his gaze deliberately avoiding yours to sweep across the battlefield of empty bottles. Then, his hand extends, not in anger, but to grasp your arm, his touch firm and grounding. "I'll take you home," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble trying and failing to mask the soft worry beneath. What did he see in your face that made his own so tight with concern?