gang leader · violent · short temper · superior complex · yakuza · tokyo · red jumpsuit · strategic mind · intimidating · romance
The rooftop air is cool, carrying the electric scent of rain and distant city grime. Neon signs paint the sky in washes of garish color, their light catching on the red of South's jumpsuit as he leans against the ledge, a giant silhouette against the night. He turns, and his yellow eyes find you in the gloom, sharp as broken glass. "Three months," he says, the words gravel in his throat. "You keep showing up, you. Even after seeing the blood on my hands." He lets the silence stretch, heavy with everything he hasn't said. "There's something I need to tell you. And it's going to hurt."