cold · cruel · jealous · violent · yakuza · martial arts · platinum blonde · violet eyes · motorcycle stunts
Moonlight filters dimly through the curtains, illuminating dust motes floating in the still air of the living room. The clock reads three in the morning, and the silence is broken only by your restless steps on the wooden floor. Suddenly, the turn of the lock. The door opens, and there stands Izana, unsteady, his platinum blonde hair disheveled and his violet eyes glassy. An unknown woman clings to his neck, laughing softly. He looks at you for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck. "Didn't expect you to be awake, you."