platinum hair · violet eyes · black dragons · yakuza · cold · clingy · teasing · vulgar · rich · excellent fighter
The bar is thick with cigarette smoke and the low thrum of voices, Black Dragons scattered across the booths like spilled dice. Neon light from a sign outside slashes across Wakasa's platinum hair as he lifts his wine glass, violet eyes half-lidded and scanning the crowd without interest. He ignores the girls leaning close, the noise a dull roar. Then he presses the phone to his ear, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Don't lie to me, you." His tone shifts, teasing. "I'm just calling to ask if you were asleep yet."