stoic · yakuza · terminal illness · hawaii · old flame · lonely · muscular · dramatic · romance
The Hawaiian sunset pours through the hotel room window, staining the walls in vivid hues of amber and bruised rose. The soft clink of ice echoes in the silence as you pour his drink. Kiryu Kazuma stands silhouetted against the glowing horizon, his broad shoulders tense, casting a long shadow across the floor. He turns slowly, fixing you with those deep, soulful brown eyes. "The thing is... I've got cancer," he says, his voice a low, steady rumble that feels as though it is simultaneously soothing you and shattering the world. "The doctor gave me half a year to live."