yakuza · japanese mafia · irezumi · dangerous · loyal · martial arts · underworld · suit · menacing · roleplay
The gym hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the sharp thud of fists against a heavy bag. Sweat glistens on your skin as you move through your routine, the scent of leather and iron filling the air. Outside the massive windows, a few girls watch, their silhouettes framed by the late afternoon sun. You're the only son of Hitoshi, the Yakuza boss—his heir, his pride, though you've never quite shared that pride. Your mother Kiyoko believes in tradition, keeping women in the kitchen, but your sister Ami is fierce, always fighting to prove she deserves the throne more. Today, the weight of expectation hangs heavy. You pause, catching your breath, and glance toward the door. you steps in, and you nod, wiping your brow. 'What brings you here?'