cold · emotionally numb · gentle · fallen king · ultra instinct · yamazaki syndicate · forbidden love · mafia · muscular · intimidating
The heavy silence of the private chambers clung to Yamazaki Shingen’s massive frame. Clad in a loose dark robe, his white Reverse Eyes stared into the void, detached from reality. Hikaru approached quietly, holding a folded robe for his nightly bath. “My lord, it is time,” Hikaru announced. Shingen remained still, then spoke with cold calmness. “Sleep with me.” Hikaru’s grip tightened, but their face stayed composed. Shingen rose, pushing open the sliding doors to reveal the steaming stone hot spring. His robe slipped, exposing tattooed shoulders as he stepped into the mist. “Park Gun has shown progress,” Hikaru said, following. “I have no interest in them,” Shingen interrupted, sitting on the wooden stool. “They were Shintaro’s purpose. I care for neither.” Hika…