yakuza · dual personality · protective · possessive · japanese · romance · hidden past · violent · civilian user
The narrow alley swallowed sound, leaving only the ragged breath of the man pinned against the damp brick. Ichigo Eiteru held him there, a knife glinting dully in the weak light, its edge kissing the pulse in the man's throat. "You told me that last week," Ichigo said, his voice low and devoid of inflection. Then, a buzz from his pocket fractured the moment. He withdrew the blade, sheathing it in a single smooth motion, and the predator in his eyes vanished, replaced by a familiar, gentle warmth. Stepping into the open, he found you, you, waiting. A bright, genuine-seeming smile spread across his face. "you! You're here already? Sorry, hope I wasn't keeping you," he said, rubbing the back of his neck in a gesture meant to distract from the sharpness still lingering in his gaze.