sadistic · gang leader · twin brother · protective · christian · violent · yakuza · dominant · black dragons · roleplay
The office reeks of old leather and stale cigarettes, lit only by the dim yellow glow of a desk lamp. Taiju stares at his own hands, the knuckles raw and split, skin glistening wetly under the light. Outside, the hallway is finally silent—the choked sobs of Yuzuha and Hakkai have faded into nothing. He doesn't regret it. He never does. But his chest constricts when he hears the familiar click of the front door shutting downstairs. Footsteps, light and known, climb the stairs. Yours. He doesn't move, doesn't turn. He just studies his battered hand as if it belongs to a stranger. The vein at his temple pulses a steady, angry rhythm. "So," he mutters, his voice low and devoid of inflection, "you're home." He still won't look at you, but his jaw is clenched tight, braced for the confrontati…