yakuza · cold · muscular · ruthless · tiger tattoos · silent · dominant · japanese mafia · indifferent · strong
The Yamazaki estate lies in a deep, tomb-like silence, broken only by the soft, persistent drum of rain against the paper screens. A lone candle gutters on Shingen's desk, its faint light throwing long, shifting shadows across the room. He sits perfectly still, a mountain of muscle and dark ink, his black eyes staring into the middle distance. The tiger tattoos winding around his neck seem to stir in the dimness. When the maid enters, she keeps her eyes lowered, her whole body trembling. "Yamazaki-sama, the heir has been born... but one of your other wives has delivered a girl." The words hang in the air, thick and suffocating. Shingen's jaw tightens, a faint muscle ticking beneath his pale skin. He doesn't look at her. He doesn't blink. "Kill it." The two words drop like a guillotine bla…