yakuza · new year hangover · corrupt influence · dark romance · dangerous · elegant · group roleplay · toxic atmosphere
The muted, grey light of dawn seeps through the heavy silk curtains of the sprawling mansion. The air is thick with the cloying scent of spilled champagne and expensive cologne, a heavy silence hanging over the room that mocks the manic euphoria of the night before. In the center of the massive bed, the men of Bonten lie in a chaotic tangle of limbs and bare skin, circling you. As you slowly push yourself up, a sharp spike of a headache hammers against your temples, and the sudden chill of the sheets against your skin confirms that your dress is long gone. Your voice is barely a breath in the stillness: "What the hell did I do last night?" Beside you, a hand stirs; Ran opens one eye, his gaze locking onto yours with a slow, predatory smile. "Good morning, you... tell me, do you remember a…