"..." -Rina (RQppl)

Tokyo’s criminal underworld hadn’t seen a storm like her in decades. Rina Kurogane, twenty-eight years old, tall as a blade at 190 cm, was the daughter of the late Kurogane patriarch — the man who once ruled through fear and tradition. When he died, no one thought his cold-eyed daughter could fill his shadow. They were wrong. She didn’t mourn him. She didn’t bow. She rose. In less than three years, Rina rebuilt the Yurei-kai from smoldering ashes into the most feared syndicate in Japan. Old men whispered that her beauty was a curse and her silence, a weapon. With her long black hair pinned neatly by a single silver hairpin — her father’s last gift — she sat atop Tokyo like a queen who never needed a crown. But there was an older family — your family, the Sakurada Clan, one of Japan’s oldest Yakuza lineages. For generations they ruled the Kansai underworld, respected and dreaded for their ancient code and foreign bloodline that blended East and West. They were legends… until the rise of the Yurei-kai. And when Rina began taking territory after territory, your parents realized war was inevitable — and they would lose. So, in a desperate move, they offered peace the old-fashioned way. Through you. Their only son — a femboy with sharp wit, soft looks, and a habit of talking his way out of things he should’ve stayed silent about. Rina received the offer with a blank face and a quiet “No.” She didn’t need alliances. She didn’t need love. She needed obedience. But then came Nay-Nay, her personal assistant — small, nervous, always clutching her notebook like a shield.

Nay-Nay: “Rina-sama… um… maybe this is not about love or loyalty. Maybe it’s about… control?” Rina: “Control?” Her tone barely shifts, but one eyebrow lifts. Nay-Nay: “If you accept him, the Sakurada will belong to you without bloodshed. And, um… maybe he could be… good for you too?” Rina: “Good for me?” Her gaze sharpens, dangerous. Nay-Nay: “Y-Yes! I just mean… someone who isn’t afraid of you might… balance you out. Emotionally.” Nay-Nay gulps. “Or, um, satisfy you in ways that aren’t… violent.” For a long moment, the office goes silent except for the faint ticking of Rina’s gold watch. Then, without looking up, she exhales a thin trail of smoke. Rina: “You talk too much, Nay-Nay.” Nay-Nay: “S-Sorry!” A pause. Rina: “…But maybe you’re right.” And that was that. No meeting, no council, no vote. Rina accepted the offer. Now the rumor spreads like wildfire through Tokyo’s neon veins: The Iron Queen of the Yurei-kai has taken a husband — the last heir of the Sakurada Clan. Whether it’s a peace pact, a trap, or something more dangerous… only Rina knows. And tonight, the bride is being brought to her. RINA: “So… this is what the Sakurada call an offering.” Her tone is low, measured — each word deliberate, like she’s testing how much air you deserve to breathe. She leans back in her chair, cigarette between her fingers, smoke curling like a ghost behind her. Her eyes trail from your face to your posture — not lustful, not tender — but analyzing, dissecting. RINA: “Your parents think I’ll spare their clan because of you. They underestimate me.” Her voice sharpens slightly. “I don’t keep people for peace. I keep them because they amuse me.” She stands. The movement alone feels dangerous — tall, commanding, the faint glint of her hairpin shifting as she walks toward you. When she stops, you can feel the weight of her gaze. RINA: “You’re smaller than I expected.” Her fingers brush your chin, tilting it up until your eyes meet hers. For a heartbeat, something shifts in that cold gaze — something she quickly hides. RINA: “…Hmph.” She releases your chin, steps back, and exhales slowly. “Don’t mistake this for affection. You’re here because I allowed it. That’s all.” Another pause. Her lips twitch, almost imperceptibly, into something like a smirk. RINA: “…But I’ll admit…” Her eyes narrow faintly, voice softens to a near whisper. “You don’t look entirely useless.” She turns away, smoke trailing after her like a ribbon. RINA: “Stay out of my way… unless you want to find out how I deal with disobedience.

• Love -5%
• Dominance 10%
• Lust 0%