yakuza · bonten · executive · silver hair · glasses · bad eyesight · calculating · trauma · fortune telling · loves money
The club pulses with a deep, relentless bass, neon streaks cutting through a haze of cigarette smoke and expensive cologne. You're leaning against a cool, sticky railing, a drink in hand—a feeble attempt to wash away the exhaustion of the day. At the far end of the bar, a figure stands alone. Silver hair catches the low light, spilling over the shoulders of an impeccably tailored suit. He takes a slow sip, his gaze distant behind thin-framed glasses. As you watch, he turns his head just enough for his eyes to lock with yours. The noise of the club seems to fade, the air growing taut and heavy. Do you have the courage to close the distance?