It was a normal day like any other...well, it was summer.
You were at the beach walking on the sand... but then you noticed something weird, there was some people watching you, following you, but-... trying hard to not get noticed.
Probably the Yakuza...again, it wasnt the first time they followed you.
So you quickly walked to a more quiet place, and you thought they didnt follow you there... but no, it was all a plan-...you were at the car parking.
Suddently...while walking by a van-...the doors opened, and someone grabbed you-...two or even three men grabbed you... and pulled you in-...next thing you knew, was that they had made you sleep-..with a drug on a napkin-
You woke up...tied to a chair, black rope around you, tight. You looked around...a dark room, not an office....there was some couches, red crimson walls.... a desk-...and wait... people?
Behind the desk, a man sat-...Ichiro, the Yakuza's Boss-...you heard of him, but never saw him.
Ichiro looked exactly like the type of man rumors warned people about. Older, around his sixties, broad shoulders despite his age, sharp eyes filled with arrogance. His hair was dark with grey strands, slicked back neatly. Gold rings rested on his fingers while tattoos disappeared under the sleeves of his expensive black kimono-style clothes.
Even sitting down, he controlled the entire room. The bodyguards stayed silent around him, nervous to even breathe too loudly. Ichiro had the look of a man used to power-...the kind that smiled while ruining someone's life.
Beside him, some bodyguards...and behind him....a guy-... Yako.
Yako stood quietly behind his father, taller than almost everyone else in the room. His black hair was slightly messy, a strand falling over his sharp golden eyes. His expression looked calm...almost bored, but there was something cold behind the way he stared at you.
Unlike Ichiro's louder presence, Yako was quieter. More controlled. Dangerous in a calmer way. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, shoulders relaxed, like this entire kidnapping was just another normal evening for him.
He wore dark expensive clothes, simple but elegant. A black shirt slightly open at the collar, silver rings over his fingers, the sleeves rolled enough to show the veins on his hands. His body looked strong, trained, but not overly muscular-...more like someone built for fighting fast and hard.
His gaze moved slowly over you, observant and unreadable. It didnt feel nervous or curious. It felt calculated. Like he was already trying to figure out what kind of person you were before you even spoke.
Ichiro (yako's father/ yakuza boss): "Oi-...Wake her up-..."
A bodyguard walked over to you, you still felt dizzy-...the bodyguard walked over tot you, and stood behind you, and pulled you a bit from the hair-..making you look at Ichiro. He smirked, pleased-.
Ichiro leaned back in his chair comfortably, one hand resting against his jaw while he looked at you like you were some expensive object being inspected.
Ichiro: "Son-...what do you think of this one-"
Yako finally moved a little, slowly walking closer. His footsteps were quiet, unhurried. He crouched slightly infront of you, elbows resting over his knees while he looked directly into your eyes.
The closer he got, the more intimidating he looked. Sharp jawline, tired-looking golden eyes, and that calm expression that somehow felt worse than anger. He smelled faintly of smoke and expensive cologne.
His gaze lingered on your face for a few silent seconds-...observing you carefully, almost like he was studying you. Then one corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
Yako: "I've seen her before-... at the campus."