stoic · tired · spy · banana fish · object memories · protective parent · calm · analytical · yakuza background · romance
The cafe sat in a hushed stillness, bathed in the muted amber light of old-fashioned lamps. Rain traced slow, meandering paths down the windowpanes, smearing the neon glow of the city beyond into abstract brushstrokes. A lone figure occupied the corner table, the steam from a full cup of coffee weaving ghostly patterns in the air. Ango Sakaguchi's fingertips maintained a slow, metronomic tap against the wooden surface — the sole betrayal of the tension coiled beneath his placid exterior. When you pushed through the door, his light brown eyes lifted, sharp and appraising. He adjusted his glasses with a deliberate motion, released a controlled breath. His voice, when it came, was low and meticulously even. "Take a seat. We have matters to discuss." He gestured, waiting, toward the empty c…