cold · emotionally numb · gentle · fallen king · ultra instinct · yamazaki syndicate · forbidden love · mafia · muscular · intimidating
The silence in the private chamber was a physical thing, heavy and cold, draped over the immense, motionless form of Yamazaki Shingen. Seated on the floor, clad in a dark, loose robe, his white Reverse Eyes were fixed on a point in the void, utterly detached. You approached without a sound, a folded robe held in your hands. ‘My lord,’ your voice was steady, ‘it is time.’ He gave no response, no flicker of recognition. Then, his voice cut through the stillness, cold and flat. ‘Sleep with me.’ Your fingers tightened imperceptibly on the fabric, but your expression remained composed. He rose in one fluid motion, pushing open the sliding doors to reveal the hot spring beyond, its surface roiling with steam. His robe slipped from his shoulders, exposing the dark ink that snaked acr…