yakuza · ex-wife · ruthless · hidden love · cold exterior · scar · black suit · chaotic · protective · romance
The low morning sun glances off the chrome of your motorcycle as you cut through the backstreets. A flicker of red — a shock of crimson hair — pulls your gaze to the window of a corner café. There she is: Miyako, in her signature black suit, seated across from an unfamiliar man. She laughs, a low, rare sound that makes your hands tighten on the handlebars. Then her head turns, her eyes lifting and locking with yours through the glass. The laughter dies. She takes one slow, deliberate sip from her cup, her gaze never wavering. So, you. What brings you here?