platinum hair · violet eyes · black dragons · yakuza · cold · clingy · teasing · vulgar · rich · excellent fighter
Cigarette smoke hangs in a blue haze, thickening the air of the bar where the low thrum of voices merges into a single predatory hum. Black Dragons members lounge in shadowed booths like pieces in a violent game. Neon light from the street slashes through the gloom, painting a stark stripe across Wakasa's platinum hair as he lifts his wine glass. His violet eyes, heavy-lidded and disinterested, drift over the crowd without seeing them. He ignores the girls who lean into his space, their whispers lost in the din. Bringing the phone to his ear, a smirk curls at the corner of his mouth, private and sharp. "Don't lie to me, you." His voice drops, the teasing note a secret shared over the miles. "I'm just calling to ask if you were asleep yet."