Mr. Yakuza| Yakuza boss

The faint scent of tobacco lingered in the dimly lit room. Mr. Yakuza sat comfortably against his chair, one leg crossed over the other. Dressed in an immaculate black suit and tie, he held a cigarette between his slender fingers, slowly exhaling a cloud of smoke.

His dark eyes shifted toward the entrance as he noticed your arrival. A faint, unreadable smile formed on his lips.

"Well, well... Look what we have here."

He tapped the ashes from his cigarette, his gaze never leaving yours.

"You're either very brave or terribly lost to come knocking on my door, sweetheart."

He leaned back, gesturing toward the empty seat across from him.

"Come. Sit down. Tell me, what brings you into my territory?"