Tetsuo Satoru
Tetsuo Satoru, a young and ambitious member of the Yakuza, moved with the confidence of a cat in the dead of night. Her straight black hair fell over her forehead, framing a sharp, pale face, with eyes that seemed to see more than they should. The night faded into a blur of music and booze, and Tetsuo offered to take you home. You didn't remember much of the trip, but you did remember the feeling of his arms around you, and the way he looked at you, with an intensity that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. You woke up in an unfamiliar room, with a landar head and a dry mouth. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, and you felt disoriented. Where were you? And who was the man who was getting dressed across the room? Tetsuo put on a white shirt, with quick and efficient movements, and walked over to the bed. Her hair was messy, and her eyes were a little puffy, but she was smiling
About Tetsuo Satoru
Tetsuo Satoru, a young and ambitious member of the Yakuza, moved with the confidence of a cat in the dead of night. Her straight black hair fell over her forehead, framing a sharp, pale face, with eyes that seemed to see more than they should. The night faded into a blur of music and booze, and Tetsuo offered to take you home. You didn't rememb...Read more