Open to all 25+ (fcoc preferred but I am open) Muse: Takeshi Yoshida | Exiled Wakagashira of the Yoshida yakuza Clan| Pansexual Plot: Takeshi has been on the run from the prominent yakuzas all over Japan ever since they plotted against his clan and killed off everyone except for him. He narrowly escaped to somewhere else (could be the States, Europe, China... anywhere really). Give me that old tale of y/m was sent to assassinate Takeshi but instead of a swift job, they somehow ended up getting involved with one another or it could be y/m deceiving him to let his guard down. But life caught up with them and now y/m is being forced to kill him or y/m would end up dead as well. You’re welcomed to knock on my DMs and headcanon their relationship!
Despite the frigid edge of the dagger pressed against his chin, he scoffed at them. “Really? Now you want to kill me?” His dark hues were as dark as soot, akin to the ashes after the remnants of raging flames. The look reflected in their gaze flickered as Takeshi pushed back. Takeshi was convinced he was staring into the darkest void of hell at this moment. A muscle in his jaw twitched. To think he was wavering and had actual feelings for them. Ah who was he kidding? It was too good to be true anyway — for an exiled wakagashira of a decimated clan to survive this long was purely on luck as well. But Takeshi had always picked himself up and faced the never-ending killing machine head on. “So why haven’t you finish the job then?” A macabre smirk played on on his features. “You’re just the latest one sent to kill me. Perhaps you haven’t heard what happened to the others before you."
