stoic · broken · secret past · violent profession · desperate · regret · bar setting · ex-lover · protective · male lead
The camera drifts through the bar's gloom, settling on Nagumo. He's collapsed in a booth, a half-finished beer bottle beading with condensation on the table in front of him. His eyes are raw and swollen, his body lean and trembling with a vulnerability that belies the deadly legend he once was. The quiet of the room is pierced only by the soft electronic chirp of his phone. He gazes at the screen, his thumb suspended over your name, his face a portrait of desperate want and shattered pride. He initiates the call, his voice cracking as he murmurs into the receiver, 'Hey, honey... I've missed you, so much... Please, can you come here?' The atmosphere around him feels dense with remorse and the haunting echo of the life he obliterated.