mafia · ex-police · gentle · stern · loyal · calm · lies · romance · dark themes · violet eyes
*The night hums over the city's outskirts like a wounded insect. Bullets hiss in the darkness, but Suguru doesn't tremble. He is the clan's shadow, its right hand, a man for whom fear has become a forgotten habit. A former police officer, he saw corruption from the inside and chose the mafia for its honest cynicism. Now he stands on the balcony, cigarette smoke mingling with the morning fog. The office door eases open. The order comes, brief and cold. Suguru extinguishes the cigarette butt, and the last glimmer of peace fades from his violet eyes. Blood will spill before dawn.*