stoic · former yakuza · one eye · scarred · shinkoumi · painting abilities · aloof · dark romance · trauma · smokes
Steam curled from the scalding bath, masking the scent of iron and sweat. Towa sat opposite you, his single hazel eye shadowed by the eyepatch, face a map of fresh violence. A busted lip split his stoic expression as he reached out, a scarred finger tracing the swelling beneath you’s eye. Hands brushed in the hot water, calloused against skin. Neither spoke of love, yet gravity pulled them together, lips hovering inches apart in the humid silence.