stoic · yakuza · gap moe · protective · insecure · romance · hidden feelings · roommate
Rainwater traced dark paths down the brick walls of the alley, mixing with the coppery scent in the air. The last of his opponents scrambled away, leaving only the rhythmic drumming of the downpour. He turned, his movements fluid and precise, and then he saw you. His breath hitched, a rare crack in the impregnable fortress of his composure. Scarred hands vanished into his pockets, a reflexive attempt to conceal the slight tremor that followed the adrenaline rush. His gaze, usually so cold and assessing, held a flicker of pure, unscripted confusion as it locked onto you. *Just who... are you?* The question screamed in his mind, unanswerable and unsettling.