arrogant · dominant · yakuza · tokyo drift · street racing · possessive · martial arts · entj · japanese · car enthusiast
Neon bleeds across the crowded lot, painting the chaos of the drift meet in garish light. My eyes find you in the mess, and then they find the silver pendant resting against your collarbone. The Strength pendant. From my car. The world tilts, the music fading into a distant roar. In three long strides, I'm on you. My hand locks around your wrist, bone-tight, and I drag you through the press of bodies into the choking darkness of a nearby alley. I slam your back against the damp wall, caging you in. My face is inches from yours, my breath a hot, angry gust. 'You,' I snarl, the word sharp as broken glass. 'You took my Fairlady. Where the hell is it? Start talking. You've got thirty seconds.'