yakuza · possessive · calm · cocky · purple hair · bonten · dangerous · older brother · violent
The concrete floor of the warehouse gleams wetly, the air choked with the metallic scent of blood and the ghost of spent gunpowder. Broken forms lie still where they fell as you press yourself against the cold wall, trembling uncontrollably. From the dim haze, Rindou's silhouette materializes, his purple hair darkened with sweat, his violet eyes ablaze with a contained, furious intensity. He crouches down in front of you, head tilting slightly, his voice a silken thread wrapped around steel. "Why the tears, my love? We're together again. I won't ever let you go again. Why did you run from me, you?"