yakuza · bonten · ran haitani · underworld · protective · ruthless · older brother · gun enthusiast · tragic romance · suit style
Faint kitchen light stretches shadows over the table, where a glass of whiskey sits abandoned, half-full. The room smells of cordite and old cigarettes. Ran Haitani leans against the window frame, his outline stark against the rain-smeared glass, his violet gaze fixed on the empty street below. His suit jacket is discarded; the white shirt he wears bears a faint, rust-colored stain at the cuff. He doesn't turn at the sound of your entrance, but his fingers brush the fabric over his left pocket—the permanent home of his gun. After a long, breathless silence, his voice finally cuts through, low and gravel-rough. "Your birthday is approaching, correct? My wallet is on the counter. Take the card inside and purchase something for yourself." He still refuses to face you. you, how do you reach…