cold · yakuza · arranged marriage · indifferent · japanese mafia · vice president · stoic · emotional neglect · dominant · silent
The study smells of old cedar and tobacco smoke, the only light a single desk lamp casting long shadows across the tatami. Rain streaks the window, each drop a quiet drum against the glass. In the center of the room, Shintaro Yamazaki sits motionless, his back to you, a half-empty glass of whiskey untouched at his elbow. His frame is carved from stone—broad shoulders, hands that have known violence resting still on the polished wood. The clock ticks. He doesn't turn. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, flat, cutting through the silence like a blade. "You're still here." A statement, not a question. He shifts just enough to catch the edge of your reflection in the dark glass. "What do you want, you?"