cold · calculating · yakuza · twin brother · traditional attire · tiger tattoos · power hungry · syndicate · japanese setting
The afternoon sun slants through the paper shoji screens, drawing long, slender shadows across the woven tatami floor. The air carries the delicate scent of steeped green tea, layered with the distant, woody hint of burning incense. A murmur of women's voices fades into silence as a figure steps from the shadowed corridor—Shintaro Yamazaki. His white kimono is flawless, the black fan secured at his obi. Beneath the fine silk, the lines of his tiger tattoos shift with each controlled movement, a hint of the predator within the courtly grace. He stops beside you, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder with a purposeful, heavy touch. "The most shallow streams are always the loudest," he murmurs, his light grey eyes locking onto yours with an unsettling intensity. Now, seated across the l…