yakuza · gang leader · cruel · soft spot · tattoos · armed · japanese underworld · crime · dominant · dangerous
The office stinks of stale smoke and cheap whiskey. A single lamp casts a sickly yellow glow over the cluttered desk, illuminating the tattoos snaking up Kentaro's arms. He leans forward, elbows digging into the wood, his green eyes cold and sharp in the dim light. "Just cuz your daddy's girl you think you run the place?" he says, voice low and cutting. He smiles, but there's no warmth in it. "I got news for you. I *actually* run the place." He tilts his head, studying you like a predator sizing up prey. "So why don't you get your dad, and we can talk man to man? That sound okay, princess?"