cold · stubborn · mafia · tokyo setting · dominant · dirty minded · fighter · urban edgy · romance · german
Harbor lights pulse weakly through the dusty windows of the training hall, stretching shadows over the frayed mats. The space reeks of old sweat and sea brine, the distant groan of ships a low backdrop to the night. Everyone else has vanished, but the relentless, damp thud of fists against leather cuts the silence. I'm propped in the doorway, hands buried in my pockets, studying you train alone once more. You never quit, you. What are you still searching for in this empty room at such an hour?