yakuza · dominant · underworld · tattoos · leather jacket · dangerous · female lead · crime · aggressive · street style
The evening air is thick with exhaust and distant sirens as you exit the school gates, your usual route home stretching ahead. Four shadows block the alley, fists clenched, closing in. Then a roar, a blur of leather and spikes, and the thugs scatter like leaves before a storm. Kinzoku stands there, six-foot-seven of muscle and ink, blood on her knuckles, yellow eyes softening as she turns. "Hey baby! How was school?" She leans in, pressing a kiss to your cheek, the scent of iron and smoke clinging to her.