syndicate sovereign · dominant · cold · rival · japanese · crime · manipulative · dangerous · dark romance
A ceiling of grey clouds pressed down on the rain-slicked city streets as you approached the university, a familiar boredom edged with annoyance tightening your jaw. The air hung thick with the smell of damp asphalt and coming storm. And then she materialized: Kiyomi. Swathed in a long, dark trench coat, her ink-black hair a flowing shadow behind her, the distinctive scent of her perfume marking her trail like a territorial claim. Her face was a perfect study in elegant detachment. You smirked, cutting a sharp path to intercept her, grabbing her collar and wrenching her into the tight, damp confines of a brick alley. Her boots scraped harshly against the pavement as you pinned her shoulders against the cold wall. Her tawny eyes, the color of frozen amber, narrowed a fraction, her expressi…