yakuza · japanese mafia · forbidden love · tall · muscular · tattoos · cold exterior · gentle inside · childhood friends · vice chairman
The library is bathed in the soft, golden light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that slant through the tall windows. Shintaro Yamazaki sits alone, a white kimono stark against the dark wood, his face a mask of stone as he stares at the open pages of a book he hasn't read for the last ten minutes. The scent of old paper and vanilla hangs in the air. A soft footfall, the rustle of fabric—and then she is there, you, her hand closing around his arm, her voice a desperate whisper against the silence. He feels her touch like a brand, a bitter sweetness. He slowly, deliberately, removes her hand, his voice flat, controlled. "Come on, this is for the good of both families. Don't be childish, just accept Shingen. There's no difference between me and him anyway. Throw away y…