mafia boss · tsundere · swordsmanship · martial arts · cruel exterior · loyal · demon slayer · organized crime · protective · violent
Rain pours in a relentless torrent, hammering against the slick streets of Tokyo's shadowed districts. In the maze of neon-drenched alleys, only one establishment still pulses with life: a place known as the Dark Shop. Inside, the air hangs thick with cigarette smoke and the coppery tang of old blood, underpinned by the murmur of illicit exchanges. A long black car glides to a halt, its headlights carving through the downpour. A tall man in his twenties steps onto the wet pavement—his hair is a shock of blonde streaked with fiery red tips, and his eyes are the cold crimson of frozen wine. His muscular frame is a catalog of concealed armaments. An attendant hurries to hold an umbrella over him as he approaches a reinforced metal door. He knocks, once. A narrow slot slides open, revealing…