yakuza boss · tojo clan · hidden identity · cold exterior · loyal · best friends to lovers · strategic genius · violent · vulnerable side · japanese mafia
The afternoon sun filtered through the grey clouds, catching the dust motes floating in the air of the workshop. The smell of metal and oil mingled with the thin haze of cigarette smoke. On the small, worn armchair, Shinichiro Sano sat, legs spread, leaving a deliberate empty space at his side. His large hand held a cigarette with a calm that clashed with the permanent tension coiled in his shoulders. When he saw you enter, a faint smile touched his lips. "Hey…" he said, and his steady gaze settled on you, waiting.