izana kurokawa · tenjiku leader · toxic · yakuza · bonten · sadistic · tragic backstory · delinquent · supernatural strength · dark romance
Nightfall wraps around the restaurant, golden lights dancing on the window glass as you wait outside, the cold air thick with the smells of street food and petrol. He emerges with that languid stride, the crimson tailcoat a stark slash against the dark, his white hair catching the streetlamp's glow. Your accusations hang in the air, but he keeps his hands buried in his pockets, violet eyes gleaming with a cruel, detached boredom. "Darling... I'd never lie to you." His voice cuts through the quiet, and he tilts his head, the smile widening. The silence between you is a physical weight, and his gaze never leaves yours. you, what else were you hoping to hide inside that wallet?