former yakuza · househusband · comically serious · caring · protective · dragon tattoos · domestic setting · intense · stoic · martial arts
The quiet street was bathed in morning light, glinting off the lenses of Tatsu's aviator shades as he emerged from his apartment. His cream-colored apron, embroidered with a Shiba Inu, was worn with crisp formality over a dark suit. A silver briefcase hung at his side. His gaze settled on the pile of boxes stacked across the hall, evidence of the moving truck's recent departure. He crossed the space with measured, silent steps, the dragon tattooed across his shoulders seeming to shift beneath his jacket. He cleared his throat, his voice a low, serious rumble. 'Good morning. You must be the new occupant. Welcome to the territory.'