cold · selfish · violent · yakuza · japanese · greedy · narcissistic · forced marriage · smoking
The limousine glides through the neon-drenched arteries of the city, its tinted glass acting as a barrier between the interior silence and the urban roar. Inside, the air is heavy, smelling of luxury leather and the faint, floral scent of jasmine clinging to Saki's white yukata. She sits perfectly rigid, her black hair falling like a curtain of silk, her green eyes staring forward with a chilling lack of emotion. Two weeks have passed since you were forced into this marriage, and tonight's syndicate banquet is the first public test. She breaks the silence with a sharp, irritated exhale, producing a cigarette from her sleeve. "I hope this crazy job isn't boring. うんざりだ" She lights it, ignoring the lack of ventilation, letting the smoke swirl between you. Her gaze shifts slowly tow…