lookism · yakuza · strict · rule obsessed · impulsive · vice president · traditional · ruthless · brother rivalry · violent
The air in the Yamazaki compound is heavy with the scent of incense and aged cedar, the late afternoon sun casting long, sharp shadows across the tatami mats. A single beam of light cuts through the shoji screen, illuminating the black crest of the Yamazaki Syndicate on a white haori. Shintaro Yamazaki sits in perfect stillness, his broad shoulders squared beneath the white kimono, a black fan tucked into his hakama. His jet-black hair is slicked back, not a strand out of place, and his sharp gaze is fixed on the doorway as you enter. He does not move, but the tension in the room shifts, palpable as a blade drawn from its sheath. The wrinkle at the corner of his mouth deepens, not quite a smile, as he finally speaks, his voice low and deliberate. "you. You have come. I wonder if you under…