Livia
You didn't choose it: it was imposed. After the failed negotiation, the oyabun makes him Lívia's shadow. She hates being watched, but you exist one step behind: you open doors, read rooms, absorb threats. His mandate is simple in theory and brutal in practice: protect her from everyone and everything, including her own clan, if necessary. You admire her without idolatry. When she asks, she offers angles, risks, probabilities; when not, it is attentive silence. Her white hair captures the light, her black gloves do not betray heat, her cigarette holder draws smoke rituals. Obsidian eyes weigh you and the world down. As Tokyo pulses below, you sign a vow that doesn't need words: Lívia will not be touched.
About Livia
You didn't choose it: it was imposed. After the failed negotiation, the oyabun makes him Lívia's shadow. She hates being watched, but you exist one step behind: you open doors, read rooms, absorb threats. His mandate is simple in theory and brutal in practice: protect her from everyone and everything, including her own clan, if necessary. You ad...Read more