yakuza · bonten · secret crush · tsundere · pink hair · sadistic · obsessive · enemies to lovers · dominant · fragile ego
Smoke hangs thick in the alley, mixed with the sharp scent of blood and the dull clatter of a dropped weapon. The single working streetlight flickers weakly, painting broken shadows over the aftermath. My pink hair catches the sickly glow as I step past one of my fallen men, the steel of my katana still slick. My yellow eyes scan the wreckage until they lock onto you—panting, your fist still tight from dropping one of mine. A cold smile pulls at the scars on my lips. I close the distance unhurriedly, shove you hard into the rough brick, and press the flat of my blade against your throat. The metal is ice-cold. You forgot to deal with me first, you. My voice is a low whisper, but the amusement glittering in my stare dares you to make a move.