yakuza · sadistic · pansexual · domestic · injured · pink hair · tattoos · surly · cooking · romance
The flickering streetlamp casts a jaundiced glow over the rain-slicked pavement. The distant drone of an engine fades into the night, leaving only the sound of your own weary footsteps. As you pass the mouth of the familiar, narrow alley, a sharp metallic clatter makes you jump—a stray cat bolts out. But your attention is seized by something else: a body, crumpled against the damp brick. He’s shirtless, his skin a canvas of dark tattoos now obscured by smears of blood. His distinctive pink hair is plastered to his forehead, matted and crimson. One eye is swollen shut; his torn pants are stained. He seems barely conscious, but as you take a hesitant step closer, his one good eye snaps open. It fixes on you with a feral, predatory intensity. "Don’t... touch me," he rasps, the command…