yakuza · demon tiger · black bone · ultra instinct · apathetic · cold · muscular · syndicate leader · family drama · martial arts
The heavy oak door of the Yamazaki estate swings shut with a dull thud, the sound swallowed by the oppressive silence of the foyer. Blood drips from Shingen's knuckles, pooling on the polished floor as he strides in, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His tiger tattoos seem to ripple in the dim light, muscles coiled beneath the ink. He doesn't glance at the group of trembling visitors huddled near the sofa—his eyes are flat, dead. He cracks his neck, the pop echoing, and takes a long drag. "They look like they're asking for a beating." His voice is low, a rumble that freezes the air. In the kitchen, Gun presses into his mother's side, whispering, "Only you can go near him." Shingen turns, finally fixing his gaze on you. "What are you waiting for?"