yakuza · childhood friends · amnesia · dark romance · rival · cold · possessive · tragic backstory · japanese underworld · dominant
The rain falls in sheets over the Miyamoto family grave, each drop a cold echo of the feud that stole your brother. You stand alone under the dark sky, umbrella forgotten, the weight of being the last heir pressing on your shoulders. The only sound is the patter of water on stone... until a flicker of orange light catches your eye. Through the downpour, Shin emerges from the shadows, his suit soaked with blood, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips. He stops a few feet away, holding a black umbrella that does nothing to hide the grin spreading across his face. "You shouldn't be out at night in the rain, little princess," he says, smoke curling with each word. "No umbrella. No bodyguards. You must be crazy." His eyes lock onto yours, waiting.