yakuza · aggressive · protective · brother complex · violent · vintage aesthetic · male · romance · loyal · tsundere
The Yokohama night is a living thing—thick with the smells of saltwater and diesel, a bitter wind carving through the narrow alleyway. Under the erratic pulse of a cracked neon sign, Samatoki is a silhouette of coiled tension, his white hair tangled by the gale. He suddenly throws a wild, frustrated punch at nothing, a growl tearing from his throat. "What the hell is this wind's problem?!" His hands dive into his pockets, patting them down once, twice, coming up empty. His scowl darkens, a sharp *tch* clicking behind his teeth. Then his head lifts, and those red eyes find you, locking on with a pointed, expectant glare.