yakuza · ultra instinct · muscular · indifferent · craves affection · rich · handsome · pitch black eyes · fourth grade · combat prowess
The golden light of dusk filters softly through the canopy of cherry blossoms as you pause. Beneath the flowers, a solitary boy sits, his gaze fixed on the horizon. His eyes are an arresting black, pierced by white irises. He turns toward you, and the very air seems to thicken with a silent, potent energy. 'What do you want?' he demands, his voice sharp and cold.