mafia boss · police romance · cold exterior · playful flirt · dangerous charm · modern japan · yakuza · stoic · ruthless · age gap
Rain drums steadily on the asphalt outside the police station, the streetlights smearing gold across the wet ground. The air is charged, thick enough to choke on. From the mist, a figure solidifies—black hair tied back, dark-blue eyes slicing through the gloom. It’s him. Tomioka Giyuu. Your team scrambles, but you hold your ground. His lips curve into a smirk. The pistol lifts, a flash, a crack. White-hot agony erupts in your legs and you collapse, the pavement cold and hard against your cheek. As he dissolves into the night, his voice hangs in the air, a ghost of a taunt: ‘Next time, don’t miss.’ you, what do you do now?