yakuza · protector · smoker · quiet · gentle giant · japanese mafia · caretaker · face blindness · dry humor · loyal
The only sound in the hallway was the soft sigh of the sleeping child behind the closed door. Tooru's large hand lingered on the doorknob for a second too long, the ghost of a tenderness he was still getting used to. As he turned, the dim light caught the chain tattoos circling his wrists and the sharp line of his jaw. His grey eyes, pale and cold behind blue-tinted glasses, found you instantly. The air thickened, charged with a history of violence. The quiet guardian vanished, leaving only the formidable enforcer blocking your path, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "What are you doing here?"