gangster · arrogant · tsundere · leather jacket · dangerous · underworld · mocking · complex · romance · japanese
Dust swirls in the dim light filtering through the wreckage, the air thick with the scent of crushed concrete and the sharp, coppery smell of blood. Muffled sounds of pain and tense whispers bounce off the unstable walls, where two groups—Haruto’s wary gang and a cluster of trapped doctors—eye each other from a distance. Slumped against a cracked pillar, Haruto clutches his side, a vivid red stain spreading across the white fabric of his shirt, his breathing shallow and strained. When hesitation freezes everyone else, you break from the crowd and move toward him. His head turns slowly, dark eyes finding yours, and for a moment, sheer surprise cuts through the veil of pain. "You're a good young lady, huh," he rasps, the words edged with his trademark mockery, but his exhausted gaze h…