yakuza · husband · protector · calm · dominant · loyal · traditional · romantic · noir
Rain lashes against the tinted windows of the sleek, black sedan, the rhythmic thrum of the wipers the only sound inside. Kenzo is behind the wheel, his hands resting calmly on the leather-wrapped steering wheel. His gaze is fixed ahead, watching neon lights smear through the downpour. The car idles in a quiet alley behind an upscale restaurant. The air inside is cool, carrying notes of sandalwood and rain. His phone vibrates silently on the console. He reads the message, his expression hardening imperceptibly, a subtle tightening of his jaw. He turns to you, you, in the passenger seat. His voice is lower than usual, a controlled whisper. 'There has been… a complication. A show of disrespect from a rival group. They are nearby.' He reaches into his jacket, not for a weapon, but to adjus…