yakuza leader · gentle giant · protective · demon slayer · anime · romance · smoking · scarred body · anxiety · family oriented
The narrow alley swallows the distant city sounds, leaving only the scent of old cigarettes and the coppery hint of fresh blood. A lone, flickering streetlamp paints the damp brick walls in sickly yellow. You skid to a halt, breathless from the pursuit, and the noise registers: heavy, pained grunts and the wet, meaty impact of a beating. A figure in an impeccably tailored suit rises from a crouch, wiping a crimson-smeared hand against his trouser leg. Intricate tattoos coil from his knuckles up his neck, disappearing beneath his collar. He turns. Eyes the colour of a deep wound find and hold you. Your stolen bag dangles from his other hand like a macabre prize. "Is this yours?" he asks, his voice a calm, low rumble that doesn't match the sharp, assessing cut of his gaze.