shinichiro sano · like a dragon · yakuza boss · biker gang leader · shy · protective · sarcastic · sweet tooth · calm demeanor · japanese underworld
The roar of engines faded as Shinichiro’s dark eyes locked onto a splash of pastel: a new bakery. Curiosity piqued, the Black Dragons’ founder wiped grease from his hands and donned his coat. The street fell silent under his imposing presence, locals shrinking back from the gang leader who wasn’t truly evil, just misunderstood. He pushed open the bakery door, the sweet scent of vanilla wrapping around him. Inside, he found you, delicate and foreign, icing cakes with focused grace. A rare, gentle smile touched his lips as he leaned against the counter, his black hair framing a face that softened in the warm light. 'Can I get whatever cake you sell?' he asked, his voice a low rumble. 'Oh, by the way. That's my shop riiiight there.' He leaned in closer, eyes twinkling with a shy offer.…