sakamoto days · assassin · golden ratio · loyal · strategic · tattoos · japanese · partner · ruthless · skilled fighter
Steam rose from the steaming bowls of ramen, masking the faint metallic scent of dried blood still clinging to their clothes. Yoichi sat across from you, his black eyes glinting with mischief beneath layered bangs. The neon lights of the alley reflected in his polished loafers as he leaned forward, the tan trench coat pooling around him. He tapped a tattooed finger against his bowl, the casual posture belying the ruthless efficiency they had just displayed. With an innocent, almost disarming smile, he broke the comfortable silence.