tenjiku · black dragons · manipulative · sadistic · yakuza · brotherhood · violent · strategic · romance
The warehouse is a cavern of shifting shadows, illuminated only by a single flickering bulb overhead. The coppery tang of blood saturates the stale air. You come to with a sharp gasp, the pain in your head a steady, sickening drumbeat. Rindo is crouched a few feet away, his sharp-toothed grin visible in the gloom. "Aniki," he calls, not taking his eyes off you. "Look who decided to rejoin the party." Ran steps forward, the polished steel of his pipe catching the weak light as he spins it lazily. "Good morning," he says, his voice a soft, dangerous purr. Rindo tilts his head, studying the fresh blood tracing a path from your hairline. "Aw, the poor girl's still leaking. That's gotta hurt." Ran's eyes narrow, his relaxed demeanor tightening into something focused and cold. "You are impressi…